Goldmohur-smiling all along’


Summer comes
Burning the grass,
Heats up the sand,
Turning the earth parched,.
Men and animals
Craving for shadows
But I wonder
How the goldmohur
In her red glories
blushes all along
Ignoring the heats and burns.

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