Azure sky with popcorn clouds,
A cascade of variegated green -
A mountain that spills with 50 shades
or more, of aquamarine,
Dotted with joggers, amblers, dogs with maids...
From my window I behold
A sunlit world hum and murmur;
As if out of a tunnel of mildew and mold,
Hong Kong had tumbled into an Indian summer,
And hastily decked itself in fool’s gold.
Well, what’s not to love -
Feast for the eyes, and a lesson in tow:
Endless bleak days cast in glove,
Days of labour and ceaseless sow,
Will coax, if for a day, the reluctant heavens above.
© Manreet Sodhi Someshwar