Passion: A poem by Jayashree Bhattacherjee

The insatiable passion of blooming the buds gained on me

From the adorable ones to beautiful fragrant flowers I wanted them to be

So passionately, with all my heart

I sprouted green tendrils of love

I made the buds blossom with a new vision of life

Yearning for the light I illuminated their lives

I soaked the flowers in the sun rays , glowing with dews

I smeared the fresh mornings with golden and silvery hues

With my passionate hands, I hung the flowers on the tree

Where smiling with dainty dewdrops, they were so carefree

With a sprinkle of care, I splashed on them many a beautiful colour

Glowing, they swayed and danced sprightly, full of fervour

With the magical theme, I splashed water to create rhymes with so much fun

With liquid rays, I splashed showers to turn blue skies into tinged crimson

With patience, I arranged the chords that talked to souls

I made them climb every mountain to reach their goals

My passionate soul glowed happily amidst these flowers

I loved them as much as the moon loves her stars

Weaving tapestry of dreams I dwelt into this garden so beautiful

I owe to these smiling flowers, who made my passion for teaching so enjoyable.