The Indian Laburnum
Is gold blossoming in each branch?
At the end of spring, they fill the ranch.
Smooth, pale, or greenish-grey, crusty barks
Bright yellow, drooping Sundrops fill the parks.
In pendulous racemes, the flowers hang
As though ornaments of spring, they span;
Pinnately complex leaves sway in boisterous
Though medicinal, these flowers are poisonous.
In beauty, she resembles the Indian bride.
In her, the yellow Wagtail seems unidentified.
Strived, thrived, and ultimately survived;
Aren't, yet, her glamour and splendour shortlived?
Copyright © Christuraj Alex | Year Posted 2024
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