Gulmohur In May Poem by Valsa George
Gulmohur In May
Oh! Behold
The bliss and beauty of May.
The warm sunbeams,
The sudden showers,
The husky wind,
Neither swift nor soft.
The verdure of shrubs
That put forth their buds
And their sweet fragrance
When opening their delicate folds.
Lo! That tree enclosed by the fence,
The lone Gulmohur in full bloom
With flowers cluttered on every bough
And the honey bees, diving in and out.
A red canopy hung
Across the cyan sky!
A marvel of marvels
In the valley of green!
At the slight touch of the wind
It sheds its flowers,
That, like confetti over the blushing bride
Drop to the ground and lie in heaps.
Scarlet and deep orange, yellow and pink
Such shocking shades, blended so fine,
Turning the enveloping green
Into a splendid canvas of art!
Yours is a splendid canvas of art in poetical form.The imagery is brought before one's eyes..Thanks &Wishes.
My dear friend! You paint such a beautiful tableau of Spring! I have never seen a Gulmohour tree so my mind is getting wild free playing the game of imagine the beauty May with a misteriously fantastic tree. I feel the beauty of May into my bones... I've been born one of its days, thank you! !
Poetry is not here a mere luxury of an idle mind.. Its forms have very often been given for our soulful reading. This piece is on par with many a portrait by the Romantics. May compensates for the cruel foul play of April across the green planet.
Stunning write, such beautiful descriptions - definitely a winner Valsa! !
Poem with photographic clarity In the splendid canvas of art
Came across this marvelous poem.Like most of your poems this also exudes beauty and fragrance. The red blooms of Gulmohur in hot Summer days are a real beauty to behold.It enchants me how they smile in such heat and burns.It holds more meaning when you say- Lo! That tree enclosed by the fence The lone golmohur in full bloom With flowers cluttered on every bough And the honey bees diving in and out.- - - -The enclosure, the pain, or the suffering can not stop Golmohur from blooming.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -10/10
A sweet and beautiful poem that took me to my childhood when I used to sit on the branches of a red Gulmohur tree not afraid of red lizards running on its branches. Its branches are soft and fragile, once it broke and I fell down. Perhaps the lizards didn't like my behavior as I was not changing my complexion like them.
So soulful is the piece with the beauty of Gulmohur really touches my heart and soul.....Valsa........great write from a great poet........10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 10:54:53 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful picture is painted here with the chosen words! can easily imagine the scene! Nice to read!