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Avantika Singh Poem
Blackened. Charred.
Are the blossoms of autumn's acclaimed abundance
No longer dance they in vivid wonderance,
Singed by the frigid frost,
Stand they forlorn and lost.
Barren. Desolate.
Stand the trees.
Marooned in an island of dry leaves.
Wracked by glacial winds
As deep winter imprints.
A few brave bougainvillea
Struggle in straggly strands
To defy winter's hands.
Up they climb into yellowing leaves
Cobbling colour into the sheaves.
Unfazed. Undeterred.
By mutinous nature
Munificent flames the trailblazer...
Widespread flames in riotous red
Red riotous flames widespread.
An everlasting Christmas
Bedecks the shrub in richness
Bouquets of ruby crowned in gold
Amidst emerald and jade leaves untold
It is the flaming Glorybower.
Not for it the wheel of seasons
An evergreen...it blooms in legions
Symbolising life everlasting
Even in winter's fog and freezing...
Bringing red flaming glory to many a bower
For it is the flaming Glorybower.
Copyright © Avantika Singh | Year Posted 2024
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Avantika Singh Poem
I am the bonnie bird of hope,
That lives in brawny bosoms deep.
And flies up the steep mountain slope,
That rises into unknown skies deep.
I peck the shadowy doubts away
In the dappled shade of woods deep.
For fortitude and strength I pray
That rises into unknown skies deep.
I flutter in bowls of joy small
And on thorny branches I sleep,
Safe in God's love and care of all
That rises into unknown skies deep.
I am the bonnie bird of hope,
That rises into unknown skies deep.
Copyright © Avantika Singh | Year Posted 2024
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