Best Amaltas Poems
The Sounds of Summer
I was trying to hear the sounds of Summer,
Which often comes with heat and dust like a hammer,
Suddenly I saw, lots of clouds hanging in the air,
They were covering the Sun, as if some mystery was there.
How amazing and mysterious are the summer clouds,
How beautifully the Sun is trying to peep out,
How lovely is the breeze, blowing all around me,
Intoxicating my mind, with its ravishing beauty.
How beautifully the birds are singing and chattering,
While flying in the air with their soul mates, touching the clouds,
How enchanting is the fragrance coming out from summer breeze,
How lovely is the bunch of yellow flowers, calling me there,
While hanging on the tree of Amaltash,* and embracing it completely,
Oh yellow Amaltash,
Why you bloom, so enchantingly in summer only.
How gently the Sunbeams have touched their smiling faces,
How softly the lotus is opening its petals,
And the Roses are spreading it charms in the air,
Should I remain here or should I go there?
After those alluring summer charms, which call me from here to there,
Or should I stand still to understand and to determine,
What is the mystery of life? Which fascinates me every where,
How really blessed is human life to enjoy such blessings,
Which we often miss in our life by just overlooking,
Since we are accustomed to hear, the usual sound of heat & dust only.
Ravindra
Kanpur India. 14th May 2010
Written for Laura Mckenzie’s Sound of Summer Contest
* Amaltash. Common Name Amaltas
Scientific Name Cassia fistula (linn). In summer it has more
yellow flowers, every where on the tree and hardly any leaves.
4.
on this spine
having a mouth of crocodile
always jump down
the climate
everyday
the sunglass changes
look at the soil and the sky
no one of them has any body-guard
the open mouth of the light
swallows the grey coin
here the wall becomes more tamed
the wild jasmine comes nearer to the heart
and hums
then ripping open my veins
should i also vomit the blue elocution
accumulated on the cock-pit
after recovery of the flower-mill from fever
the harmonium is being played on
even introduction with the gas-balloon
has not been done yet
5.
arrangements are being made
the green shirt will gradually
turn reddish
the culverts that have become exhausted
within the travel-format
will get recharged again to sit up straight
and the hawker will get passed the silent-home
shouting with undressed coconuts in hands
from the lap of the stand-still rocking-cradles
of the children-park
the amaltas will say
i’m ready
then to escape the sun-shine
the boy who comes to attend the private tuition
will embrace… oh margosa … its your pierced-heart
you may tell him that the name of the girl
who is eating guava and swinging her legs
sitting on its branch is munni
6.
the horse is running
just above 3 feet of the yellow cornice
his back is full of dreams
or a girl named miss dorothy
around it is the mid-night
around it is the wind that wants to be printed
and in every corner of its flying
are hundreds of skirts
all are of free-size
what may be their market-price
there is no shop-keeper there
in that valley
a shadow is proceeding on
do you know whose shadow it is
he is philip the teacher who gets irritated easily
this time there is no thin cane
in his hand
in the pieces of papers dumped in the waste-box
under his window there is a manuscript eaten up by the worms
there is ‘darling’ there
and ‘yours beloved greta’
in which skirt
a touch of that greta does remain
is it being searched even today
is it greta or margaret or eliza
there is no bar if it is dorothy
in whose smell there is no greta
who has no such horse flying just above three feet
of the yellow cornice
each mid-night fills the fountain pen
with the flow of blue ink
golden shower bloom
aromatic, beautiful~
Indian native
ornate amaltas~
medicinally acclaimed
nature's gift to us
yellow amaltas
and crimson red goldmohur~
spring continuum
3.6.2020
Notes:
'Amaltas' is Indian name for golden shower bloom.
'goldmohur' is Indian name for royal poinciana.
Both of them bloom after spring in May and June in North India.
The flame of the forests blushing
In the dewy cool of the morning air.
Peach blossoms hearken spring’s arrival.
Comes summer, Amaltas golden bells ringing.
Forget me not, Magnolia’s lover.
Yesterday today tomorrow’s, bloom.
Together with the clouds, lightening
Thunder, eating away the blue skies.
O! Maulsari, it is you,
In your full grown majesty,
Bestowing those white star
Aromas, on my wee little world.
Chorosia, You naked white barked Mexican.
Have you no fear of winter charmers?
The fascinating ornaments you throw up,
Will wither as seasons change.
Alas , the birds have flown away.
The crusty leaves flutter in silence.
Masquerading Sarus, standing in defiance.
Waiting the deep winter calls.
Lord ! let me hibernate, till,
The springs bloom again.
Ref:
1. Butea Frondosa (flame of the forests)
2. Peach Dr. Hogg (Peach blossoms)
3. Cassia Fistula (Amaltas)
4. Myostis Palustris (Forget me not)
5. Magnolia Grandiflora (Magnolia)
6. Francesia Latifolia (Yesterday today tomorrow)
7. Mimusops Elengi (Maulsari)
8. Chorosia Specosia (Chorosia)
9. Cupressus Sempervirens (Sarus)