Maq Masi Blog

Poem

Down an English lane, where spring exhales,
I roamed, entranced, by flowering trails.
Petals swirled in sunlight’s tender beam,
A chorus of hues, a woven dream.

Cherry’s soft pink, magnolia’s snow,
Lilac’s faint blush where breezes flow.
Each shade a murmur to heart and thought,
A cooling breath, with kindness wrought.

Rose’s bold crimson sparked quiet flame,
Jasmine’s pale star soothed restless aim.
Their scents curled deep, where my spirit lay,
Stirring a stillness to light my way.

My limbs, once leaden, grew light as mist,
Mind hushed by splendour no eye resist.
Soul unfurled, a canvas wide and clear,
Brushed with spring, where shadows disappear.

My path then wandered to graves’ repose,
Where blooms adorned the silent chose.
A son’s bright daisies for mother’s sleep,
Tears like dew, where love runs deep.

A daughter twined lilies, chaste and bright,
For father’s rest, beneath starlight.
Some plucked a violet, small and shy,
To cradle close as night drew nigh.

Others held roses, their lovers near,
Red petals fierce for hearts sincere.
Each bloom a tale, a thread of grace,
Linking the living in love’s embrace.

Oh, blossoms of spring, you mend and bind,
Body, soul, heart—where grief’s confined.
From graves to sweethearts, your colours call,
A timeless gift, entwining all.