overarching newborn smiles
yellow sun on green leaves
greenish-yellow chrysoberyl
oasis of the summertime
the promise of a dozen flowers
to monkeys of golden branches
summer's sins would be redeemed
by salted raw mango slices
the albums of the memories
echoes of a simpler past
I'm crazily hung on its arms
and cuddling the longed leaves
the scent of summer mangoes
pulls us closer to the seed
when eye closes for a dream
for the emerald is like a magnet.
the rooftop of boyhood-life
shines among fallen leaves
the treasure hunt for another bite
with bees,and monkeys;crazy sunlit,
the stories of my old granny
emerge the flavored palette
within mother queen's dishes~
the golden salty slices
the taste of magnifera indica
connects the lands of our subcontinent
The secular religion of our nations
the lesson is not complicated,
the gift of Indian summer
wrapped among jade leaves
decadent whiff and scent,
loops me into time travel,
to youth, when all was well;
the last slice of the seasonal bite
portraits of unheard prattle
of mighty trunk and the poet
under the shades of nature's battle.
Mar 29, 2021
Mar 29, 2021 at 7:07 AM UTC
overarching newborn smiles
yellow sun on green leaves
greenish-yellow chrysoberyl
oasis of the summertime
the promise of a dozen flowers
to monkeys of golden branches
summer's sins would be redeemed
by salted raw mango slices
the albums of the memories
echoes of a simpler past
I'm crazily hung on its arms
and cuddling the longed leaves
the scent of summer mangoes
pulls us closer to the seed
when eye closes for a dream
for the emerald is like a magnet.
the rooftop of boyhood-life
shines among fallen leaves
the treasure hunt for another bite
with bees,and monkeys;crazy sunlit,
the stories of my old granny
emerge the flavored palette
within mother queen's dishes~
the golden salty slices
the taste of magnifera indica
connects the lands of our subcontinent
The secular religion of our nations
the lesson is not complicated,
the gift of Indian summer
wrapped among jade leaves
decadent whiff and scent,
loops me into time travel,
to youth, when all was well;
the last slice of the seasonal bite
portraits of unheard prattle
of mighty trunk and the poet
under the shades of nature's battle.
Cowritten with the amazing kbmw
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Chrysoberyl is a greenish yellow gemstone
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