A. Jayaprakash Jayaprakash Panicker
The Colour Of Affluence
This flowering is really painful.
Philosophically she bares herself
And puts on a cover, transparent.
I feel like closing my eyes at ‘hers’.
The mood she made in me was mild
Like gold and its lenient luxuries.
Why is there no leaf or a little shade
To be put on her here and there?