How? — Abnish Singh Chauhan

The mango grove
has blossomed anew,
as the sweet song
of the cuckoo
spreads its joy
to the flowers
that bloom here and there,
rousing the branches
to sway in tune.

Again and again,
my heart wonders,
how does all of this
come to be?
How do they release
such sweet,
gentle fragrance?
How does love
swell within,
as the bee hurries in,
drinking nectar,
dancing to its rhythm?

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