Daffodils

Babita Kejriwal posted under PenMuse-08 Poetry on 2019-06-22



The beautiful daffodils in a row, How elegantly they grow, So merrily in disdain, In the sunlight they glow. They thrive in wind and rain, Their beauty does not wane, Lift their heads in grace In a world so mundane. When cool air touches my face With their whiff I race, I call it a day And I increase my pace. As I move to play, The yellow flowers say, Hang on for some more time Please do not go away! ________ ________