The Magic Of The Breeze – 14 The Gulmohar Poem by Angelina Pandian
The Magic Of The Breeze – 14 The Gulmohar
The Gulmohar has started
To flower once again
It is summer in my heart
I remember its spreading shade
Above me in the heat of day
I remember the cool breeze
The flaming orange flowers
They bloom before my eye again
Late afternoon, with you and the breeze
Under the shade of the trees
I remember the Gulmohar again
With diamonds of drizzlets
Adorning its leaflets swaying
Gently to the tune of the breeze!
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we walk hand in hand through memories............. two dead souls in search of life.......... o breeze will you give us life?