splendid!
A riot of colours
scents in the smoggy air!
See, brother---
its magical touch.
The trees
winter-dead
come alive
with its first
fragrant breath!
The margo tree
smiles at the kids
playing undernath its boughs
the old tree---a surrogate mama
to the children and nannies
playing with their cell phones
and to the dark orphan
a strret urchin
with tousled hair
and torn shirt
eating discarded lunch
under its welcoming shade
pining often for her own mother.
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