The tiny leaves of Gulmohar
murmur
like words in a verse,
revealing the inner core,
hidden from the everyday sun.
The droplets pirouette,
the sunlight piercing into them
blazing in each a sky
like dreams caught within the eyes
illuminating, melting.
A canopy of clouds covers the day
as one would protect the harvest
of desires from one’s own doing.
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