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When the Gulmohars bloom

The Gulmohars bloom
When love flowers
in the heart of a chaste lass,
forlorn in a dream of her own.
Her passion intensifies
the shade of crimson red.
Her innocence contrasts
the near green and far blue.
The pastel of colour mix
reflects her dreams.
Love, passion and pangs
nourishes the flame!
As she looks at the tree,
they both sigh in a hushed tone;
a love story begins.
A never- ending connivance
A secret bond
A myth to live for ages.
When the Gulmohars bloom
Love has blossomed its first shower
in a heart that beats
in a rhythm that only she knows
how to hide, and not to seek.
The Gulmohars have bloomed
The horizon turns red
And she smiles beneath its branches.

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  1. C.M.SFebruary 4, 2017 at 6:36 PM

    Great poem....hope gulmohars bloom always n she smiles forever

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