INFINITY

The limitless sky is an umbrella,
Under which we breathe,
To redefine our thoughts,
Indefinite and boundless,
A macrocosm belonging to all.

The trees are awake,
The boughs of bougainvillea,
Laden with papery pink flowers,
Sing with joy,
In harmony with the rhythm,
With which the wind blows,
Without fear and care.

Secured in the arms of unending blue,
Bougainvillea relishes freedom,
The clouds are its friends,
Quenching its thirst,
In happiness an earthy fragrance emits,
Soothing souls; big and small.

The little squirrel soaking warmth,
In leisure under the blue umbrella,
The blooms of the resplendent
bougainvillea seem to hug him,
In peace he slowly leaves,
Scurrying for nuts to live,

A dishevelled woman,
Shattered with grief,
Walking as if in trance,
Stopped by chance,
The boughs of bougainvillea,
laden with mesmeric pink,
Paint her chipped window,

She looks up to find the infinite sky,
Promising her a refuge,
Imploring her to rise and fight,
The cottony clouds peeping 
through the boughs,
Under the backdrop of infinity,
A frame so beatific,
Clicked to remain inside her,
A reminder; life is to live, not to quit.