If Hot Flowers Come To The Streets Poem by Neelamani Sutar
If Hot Flowers Come To The Streets
Red cassia flowers are a forest fire,
or so they say, a summer flower.
Anarchy is green.
An explosion of buds.
Fire in the snow on the head of the land.
Shiva of the snow mountains, there are no matted looks, slimming cassia blossoms, and the Ganges.
In his red hand, fire, a small drum, a deer and a snake in his hand won't burn the Ganges.
But in our street, even flies will be swarm to hot flowers.
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