When bloomed the palash flowers
brightening the blue skies of my world
they set the emotions on fire
letting those buds nip off the branch
smearing the nostalgic
ethereal dust in plentiful measures
scarlet or saffron ,
the deep tinge evoked endless sensations
which reverberate with the atoms of universe
in a seeking of finding its own abode
whether at feet of the creator
or lying unnoticed on ground
till
shrivels the petal
with arrival of different season.
©Soumya