The pink blooms,
it’s the right time
It’s cold,
Yet not as much
Cold enough
to wear the coats
Warm enough
to venture out as such
sun shines bright,
Sky seems bluer
On my eyes,
Sun glasses look trendy
The flags and banners,
All Pink as they flutter
In the slight breeze,
Comfortably not windy
Sips of rice beer
red and white
On the lush green grass
Afternoon is pretty lazy
Across on the polo ground
Music plays loud
The crowds sway and hop
evenings I say, are a bit crazy
The cherry tree stands
and graciously smiles
Part of each group picture
And the lonely selfies
Pink blooms
It’s the right time
Cherry trees stand happy
it longed for this time
My Tales Within 