It felt splendid
When my gaze fell at the askoa blooms
In a plenty
Dotting the tree
With bright orange-yellow colour
Turning red before wilting,
A mixed experience
Of yellow, orange and red specks of blooms
Bunched in
And decorating the branches,
The asoka blooms
So lovely to look at
In February and March.
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