Gulmohar Blossoms
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I cannot stop, but can see
The beauties of flower bunches
Whole passing through
Sometimes playfully
Spending time, taking to
And thereafter going, going by
The kanchanars,
The yellow-crimson ashoka blooms,
The palash clusters,
The gulmohar reddish blossoms
I am the wind, the playful wind,
The spirit of it.
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