Goldmohur Smiles Poem by vavroovahana patra

Beneath the “Goldmohur” tree
black crows freely fly,
The blue sky with
shining black clouds
looks alluring and beautiful.
The weary peasants from the field
return home being mirthful.
Chilly breeze blows form south,
Creatures pleased, lovely looks the Earth.
With the breeze the golden flowers and green
leaves tutter;
Beneath the green tree tiny
birth twitter.
Setting sun ray falls on the lovely flower;
Lover’s mind enthuses with
delight, enthusiasm and pleasure;
Mysterious, glamorous, attracting
looks the creation.
Human mind becomes peaceful
and free from tention.