NEELI GULMOHARS
In the valley of Neeli gulmohars,
Empyreal blue fires of the sky,
Ethereal fragrance of Spring
Bid adieu to come again in Summer
As if the rain of my land and I come to meet you in monsoons
Bidding farewell to come back
When the roses and gulmohars bloom again.
In the aureate radiance of gulmohars or in the throes of memories.
In the firmament of my sky
Or in the lap of nature
Your dreams enlivened.
I don’t blame the Gulmohars and
their lucent purplish hues,
Enticed you more than my charm.
Or the flickering mists of the newly arrived Spring.
copyright poem Dr sanjana p souparnika
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