The Golden Chain/ Rajanigandha Bunches/ Your Hanging Curls Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The Golden Chain

How do they keep adorning
The forest tracts
And the pathways
The golden chains
Hanging as wreaths of flowers
So wild and exotic
My heart dwells it
Settling into the hanging chains
So splendid and golden yellow.

Rajanigandha Bunches

So grassy the base,
But cackling with
Rajanigandha blooms
White and redolent
Maddening with wisp and whiff.

Your Hanging Curls

How do the curls
Hang over
The fair face
Sideways
And she
Trying to sidetrack
Them?