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Manoshi Bose posted under Poetry Tale-a-thlon S1: Poetry on 2021-08-07



Like sentinels, two Gulmohars stood strong flanking my garden gates like friends quite old growing free, blooming bold tangerine blooms warning, warding, guarding, standing, asking nothing besides some space beside the gates Come the dawn of every March, unfailing they set their tops afire, jolting poets from slumber and fanning strong their desires Viridescence o'er umber, youthful garbs draped Gaia, and all her children bright too But now stand neither gates, nor Gulmohars nor I, just towers high, now far higher than my friends old, so poets sold now write lines of blue unholy melancholy. Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!