Tiny tots like him walk to school on weekdays with siblings, trotting dangerously along the edge. It is scary but they look unperturbed, their cheeks red under the clear mountain sun.
They run throughThe sunlit groveSummer in their hairSweat clinging to strandsSun-kissed nowSunburnt at duskIt bothers not muchFor childhood is aboutFruit orchardsYellow fieldsAn amusing prank hereA scraped knee thereMaking memoriesBefore the sun sets!
Gulmohar trees swayingIn the summer heatTawny branches burstingWith fiery flowers,Crimson petals carpetingThe gray gravel roadGleefully picked upFor sword fightsWith tender stamens;The tiny tip breaking freeIn innocent gamesLosers none, all winners be!Green sepals becomeFake nails in child’s playIt is all beautiful, speckledLike colors of tomorrow!A burst of tanginessTingling the soul,Children head homeChewing sepals, petals;Just a flower,Continue reading “Gulmohar”
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