Summer's Flowers Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Who says
Summer does not ahve flowers?
The red, crimson and florid
Bunches of
Gulmohars blossoms can be seen,
Violet-violet jaruls can be seen
Welcoming us by the roadside
Bearing the brunt of scorching summer
Burning it all,
The golden chains bedecking, decorating
The wild space
Hanging by as the wreaths, garlands of
Yellow and glistening flowers
So rare the sights and scenery
And the wild belli creepers with
Tiny specks of swwet; y-scented blooms
Keep enchanting the nights
Just like the twinkles of the skies
And the glow worms glimmering.