Gulmohar, When it Rains

I have a poem published in the monsoon issue of The Woman Inc. Please pay a read. Thank you.

The Woman Inc.

By Devika Mathur

Nature, Green, Flower, Garden, Plants, Wallpapers

The shades of skin- glowing like April mornings
a soft warm tone of Gulmohar tree upon my eyelids-
a doorway to oceans, two pebble eyes
Open in the open sky
This tree a meteor of clouds to my mind
to remind me of Earth, soil and home.

Rains: a thunder of God’s voice

Gulmohar tree- pockets of cellophane wrapped on its bark
to bloom something more
tender, quiet roar of women.

I see leaves, rustling
with leeks and violet rays uttering a dialogue of beauty
of dark violet raisin pressed between my palms,
This tree has me. These raindrops seeps into my fist and eyes
as a whole another Goddess.
as a whole another memory.

Gulmohar- your orange red hair blooming backwards
As if life slips from you easily,
So softly as a lover’s touch.

You have a staircase full of outgrown desires
You leave it and…

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A dreamer and a believer for the upliftment of women rights. A published poet, author, writer. Believes in dancing and cooking amazing food for hungry souls at times. Loves to write and write till the moon is satisfied. My writings can be found at Visual Verse, Indian Periodical, Sick Lit mag, Duane's Poetree, Thistle magazine, among various others. Curator of Olive Skins.

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