The Lively – Lost Life

The Lively – Lost Life short poem

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Beside the river stood a Gulmohar tree,
With buds and flowers bloomed thee,
Beautiful flowers of colour red,
Filled my mind in morning bed.
My open window viewed as many,
All the creatures without weary.
Lovely were the flowers
That bloomed in the spring,
Red, orange and pink
And the glowing colours of a bird wing.
Birds of many kind,
Chirruped with eyes blind.
Sweet and melodious went the song,
Which left peacefulness prevail along.
She saved her lovings and darings,
Both when the Sun rose up brightly
And when the rain came down so heavily.
She protected her beloved ones,
Like a motherbird protecting her young ones.

Deep was her sincerity,
Much more was her serenity!
Now my open window views no more.
As she was blown away by the storm the gone fortnight!
Now dead and withery remains the place,
With no tree all these days!…

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I am an Mtech graduate in VLSI and Embedded Systems and completed my Btech in Electronics and Commmunication Engineering. I write poems out of interest and passion.
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