in summer,
parijat blossoms fall,
like snowdrops at night
without any sound,
they bloom at night,
and lay abandoned by morning.
we collect the tiny flowers,
stringing them with love,
for, adorable krishnas deity.
the distant sound of bells
and the blow conch
the flowers and tulsi on krishna,
fills the mind
with nostalgic memories
of awesome pleasure, derived
from sights and sounds,
in mollys garden,
in summer bloom.
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Summer bloom - brings back nostalgic memories; WELL EXPRESSED IN VERSE! -Raj