O! Dear wind, the carrier of fragrances
When you roam here and pass through my fences
Waiting for you; there is a field full of lavenders
From head to toe donning their purple attire
Long back when you passed through here
And brushed them gently and left a message
A message for me to hold on a little longer
From someone who was to return on blooming my lavenders
Still fresh in my mind, my first meeting with her
Knocking shyly, she stood there at my door
Holding in her hand a bouquet of fresh lavender
The delicate redolence filled the air and settled deep in me somewhere.
The zeal for life danced and coalesced
With the simplicity in her deep chestnut eyes
Her shiny cheeks reflected the purple hue of the bloom
Underneath, a pink blush spreading with the smile so placid
Just like that, at the moment, she became part of my life
Though she left unannounced; I still decorate the whole field with lavender
They dutifully bloom and wait for her to bring out the purple in them
Lavender: A poem by Neha Gupta
And I patiently sit and wait for her to bring out the laughter in me.