Underneath the gulmohur tree ( blog marathon post no. 2 - poem)
Underneath the Gulmohur Tree
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| picture courtesy : raxacollective blog |
Flowers that bloomed scattered scarlet on the ground,
Falling on to yellowish brown leaves with murmuring sound
Branches heavy with blooming flowers seemed to sunk,
On to the adjacent willowy branch about to bloom,
My heart galloped in glee
Taking a pause to breath in the fragrance of rain on earth,
All I could think of was the warmth of my hearth
The heart longed to embrace life forever,
Not letting go of it ever
To stop the Clock ticking away,
To arrest the glow fading away,
To keep walking on the winding pathway,
Or to lie under the gulmohur tree even after the sun sets
far away……
Well worded, soft on the mind and soul, and makes me want to go under the gulmohar tree too. :-) :-)
ReplyDeletethanks a lot Vincy.. Gulmohur tree always attracts me..
Deletewe had a gulmohar at the gate leading to my childhood home. i love that tree with its vibrant flowers and live green branches. thanks for bringing it all back with your warm poem ss.
ReplyDeleteI am glad you liked it and it helped bring back some good memories, thanks for the comment lan...
ReplyDeletetake care