Bougainvillea Avenue

Bougainvillea Avenue short poem

Amidst nondescript quarters
way beyond past their prime

Still weaving nostalgic saga
of regal magnificence sublime

Streets set with old cobbles
residual of inestimable spell

Windows bearing testimony
of inlay with glass and shell

Figurine on the gate posts
on patio the familial crest

Reminiscent of tales of yore
surrealistically still manifest

Amongst all feral foliage
bougainvillea stays abloom

As if pictures of perfection
from different angles loom

Crimson, yellow, lavender
with spattering of white

Riot of myriad confluence
invoke dreariness to excite

All seems if in a time warp
sort frozen in infinite space

Trigger for your imagination
and with bygone interface

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Such a picture you create with your words Sunny Chopra that one wishes one could be transported to that Bougainvillea Avenue…beautiful!



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