Whisper's Poem by Rupayan Bhukta

In a sunlit corner of the old stone wall,
Bougainvillea spills like a secret call,
A cascade of petals, paper-thin dreams,
Draped in magenta, where the summer gleams.

It climbs with a stubborn, reckless grace,
A thorned confetti in a hidden place,
No perfume flaunts from its vibrant skin,
Yet colors speak where words have been.

It knows no borders, no gate, no line,
It weaves through fences, a wild design,
A riot of pink against the dusk's blue sigh,
It paints the silence as the day drifts by.

So let it remind you — bloom where you cling,
Rooted in stone, yet daring spring;
A tangled glory, fierce and free,
Bougainvillea's whisper: "Become like me."

By Rupayan Bhukta