The Blood Flower Tree Poem by Ashvini Swamy

The Blood Flower Tree

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At the end of dusk it beckoned me to sleep

So I lay among it's roots strong and deep

On a bed of softly mulching leaves

Like memories shed long ago…

With every nuance of the wind

Felt it's jewel red flowers rain upon me

There I was secure

There I was serene

And even though it shall provide no respite

From the burning morning sun

And hurt me with it's sharp dry thorns

I shall not care…..

For ah! I'm in love with a Rakta Mandara tree

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