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Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Gulmohar's Prime

Some orange blossoms
High up in the sky,
Unreachable
Yet myriad!
Like many speckles of
Orange gloss
Sprinkled by someone
On the thick green moss
As if the clouds
Had all turned green
And descended with a orange sheen
Waiting pertinently
Just for me to smile
To dance on the tune so agile
Saying,“Oh! Dear come to me”
Will turn the cornucopia on thee
Yeah! Yesterday I saw
The Gulmohar’s prime
Blushing in the foliage
And proclaiming
Spring is going to embrace
The parched!

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