While passing through the way
Whenever I find the Ashoka blooms
Hanging by in bunches or clusters,
I want to pause a bit and stand under
To pass my time to have a tete-e-tete
With the blossoms so, lovely,
Orange-yellow and red
Just like the posies of flowers in hands.
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