Kaas - In Wildflower land

The rains are gone, leaving colours behind -

Hues that melancholic clouds couldn’t see

As autumn beckons, the plateau now fills:

A thousand flowers in a dazed melee

 

Like a pointillist painting all sprung to life,

This wildflower land is splashed in pink,

With love like this, you smell, you smile,

Then in lost basalt hills, you see and sink

 

In August’s grace, these lands bring life,

Remorse perhaps of the indigo days,

Now the winds are filled with pastel hues

That rise and ebb in fractal waves

 

But where will you be when these colours fade?

Will you return again with a monsoon sigh?

The rains will return, year after year

But some parched hearts will perhaps be dry…

 

Written in memory of the Kaas Plateau in the Satara region that bursts with wildflowers after the monsoons around August