About you, when you flame the forest
framing spring from the barren aravalis
a city
which drew it’s celebration from you every Holi
years ago
when orange shamelessly celebrated
uniting communities
when color had not become an ideology
gorgeously humble
nondescript you surprise with blood red blossoms
leafless simplicity
transforms into an endearing riot
tri-foliage leaves
Brahma, Vishnu, Siva in renunciation
plumes divine
flowerets aplomb , crimson hymns of love
yin and yang
wild ornaments, medicine pods on crooked stems
weathering turbulence
unlike cities where tolerance needs permission
of the garden
where color is a river, red,crimson and orange
of the garden
where conversations are not about conflicts
of the garden
in which even flames melt into passion
of the garden
that was, before venom snaked into the roots of its trees
of the garden
tenderly standing in pain, of leaves losing their blossoms
fearful cries , the palash no longer bleeding bright
flame of the forest
do not be surprised
at the angry winds that blow
it is our burden to carry, we promise
to return to the sizzling treat
that is your blossoming
and the heartbreak
that leads to meditation
flame of the forest
let your virility
not be an aphrodisiac
to wild germinating weeds
let your majestic celebration
be forever indispensable
to our sanity
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NaPoWri Mo 2019
seasons and senses
Kashiana 
The poet has very nicely juxtaposed the intolerance in the cities vis a vis patience shown by the forests in bearing the natures abundant bloom The talks of the garden is not about conflicts .It is about flames melting in to passion.
Flames of forest have the universal lasting virility and not induced one.
Beauty is everlasting and not transient The subject of Beauty is Truth seems to
have been voiced by the poet using current metaphor and prevailing narrative of unrest , conflict and confusion in the cities today
Profound thought andimpeccable expression
Papa
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