Thursday, April 25, 2013


The mustard fields are gay
With cheer a thousand times
Galore than all the charging waves
Foaming like champagne celebration
Florets of disked delight
Beam at the bright in dark hues
Flaunting their brave flags of
Joy, sheer joy at the flaming sun
"Sunflowers!" they simply claim

A handful of evening rain
Shimmers through hues of gold
As he shines beyond the sylvan clouds
Like a poet who smiles
Beyond paints and white 

A piece of turmeric promise
Tied in a string 
And woven around her 
Neck on a marigold morning
Showers hopes of togetherness

The Genesis
Of fire, gold and immortal pages

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