Bougainvillea...Cooling Hues Poem by PRATAP KUMAR Behera

Bougainvillea
In every mound, Bougainvillea stands
Waiting for me like delicate and descent girl in wild
Before the nimbus descend to snatch, she preserves its petal
Of red pink orange white yellow - touching my soul.

It fills my heart, it takes my art
Without a nectar its capture my sight
Above the sun -kissed soil bright
When the stream dries up day and night
Before the rainbow, it colours my canvas white.

Not yet exhausted under the sun, nor with tear
Near to the line of tropic of cancer
Volatising my sweat of anxiety
At the foot of Sanchi hill when in search of Buddhist deity.

My mind's canvas got its hues
And dance like a beautiful kid dancing in blue.
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