Breeze and the Gulmohur - Post no. 5 - Blog Marathon

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Lazily , languidly she pushed the leaves
they rustled, they laughed and waved at her
nests of sparrows swayed gently
the bird herself twittered in cold

Warmth of pale sunlight caught up with her
brazenly beautiful was the breeze
she paid no heed to the sunlight
kept her leisurely pace bewitchingly smooth

Blooming flowers' fragrance caught up with her
glancing over her shoulders she giggled at them
pinks and fuschias blushed at her
she still kept on with her slow, sweet dance

Cupids arrow struck her hard
she lay wounded and bled at heart
small beads of love trickled down
and she swayed and slithered
she  gazed up at the strong Gulmohur tree
who had stealthily strewn around
inviting red flowers for her to lovingly tease  and tread....



Comments

  1. VincyFebruary 12, 2018 at 1:18 AM

    I read somewhere, Love is as intense as death. So true.

    I love the subtle nuances that you soulfully bring out in this poem. You are able to bring out so many elements in a few lines.

    Loved this one too... Rekha.

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  2. soulsearchingdaysFebruary 12, 2018 at 8:38 PM

    Thanks Vincy.. todays cold breeze and sight of flowers of spring
    made me write this... thanks

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