Gulmohar's season on...grown heaven high
As if touching His feet
Red-strewn all over nigh-
Blessed I roll up the petaled street
Amused she giggles in sways breezy
In dulcet drizzles she dances
Back and forth I run crazy
Rolling up the street of drizzles
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