Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Saffron on bloom...

And they bloomed
Across the green
Against the perspective
Of a blue blue morn...
Like saffron they bloomed
As if woken anew
One songy country green
An awakening...

And he
Traveling as a norm
Caught how they formed
Joys and Peace
By Sun just kissed
And those coconut trees
Amidst others on rise
Reaching
Outreaching
They spread as if
Also the silent joyous scream...
Of a country's songy dream...


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