Under the
red and orange of Gulmohar, like its crown is on fire
Two drops
of tear unify with a blind stare
Quickly
the flamboyance of red engulfs the white of fear
Like it
could sense the urgency of adolescence blending with desire
The
slender green leaves hiding the moments of tender needs
Clasps and
holds, chases and misses,
Laughs and
tears, teases and kisses,
Virtue and
purity, lust and love,
Soft and
rough,
Grips and
grins, loss and wins
Of their
last summer together....
The
grandeur of the full bloom has bowed down,
To create
a memoir of their love forever,
Every summer will remember their last summer together!!!
Wow...I wish I could write like this :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Pankti :))
DeleteSummers are always to be remembered, for vacations, for holidays, for love, etc. On a personal note, I don't like Summers :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Diwakar...and Though i do not like the soaring temperature but I love the season, so many memories attached with it :)
Deletebeautiful text about the complexity of the first romantic relationship on nature background
ReplyDeleteFrançoise
Thanks Francoise, yes the first love that you never forget :))
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