Sea of malachite high above
Sporting a bobbing grandeur
Striking emerald shrieking aloud
Parrots paddling African Tulip Tree
Beds of crimson starlet saucers
sets of six or seven scarlet whorls
Some dreaming, some in half blooms
Sun soaking sirens hosting Popinjays
Blade the senses, spliced green
Pepper the tongue, crackling silly
A sweetened soda drink mixed chilies
Bursting flight of gregarious jade
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Copyright ©Seema Jayaraman, Mumbai 12Oct2015 All Rights Reserved
your words are awesome the way of writing simply shows the talent you hold
Thanks Vizard, Invite you to read my other poems especially A Father's Grief and Why Blame Me A Blood Moon. I will definitely visit and read your poems. thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is something rapturous here... pure joy. Great poem.