The Gulmohar Marg

When I traverse

This lane of lushness…

Under this shed of shadow…

Every evening…

I behold,

This gush of rare breeze-

And the petals that plunge-

Of the Gulmohar bloom-

On this tarred road…

As I stroll-

Through this tunnel of trees!

The blur shade of couples

In the distant-

Walking, too…

I speculate not-

The ruthless air-

And,

Improbable chance-

Like the gush of breeze

And the blush of petals!

Must be unleashing

Their souls!

This shed-

Must have witnessed

The generation of us-

Roaming underneath

Hopeless thoughts,

Occupied solitude-

And failed attempts…

Their sad shadows-

Must have touched-

The boughs of the Gulmohar-

I less wonder…

“Off for the walk?”

A friend of mine yells-

The clatter of that cycle-

“Yes, I am done for the day”

I whisper-

The Gulmohar Marg

On the backdrop…

I less wonder, again-

About this wonder!

I progress…

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

To the walkway- The Gulmohar Marg

of IISc.

6:10pm-13th June,2014

MRDG

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