This poem is an ode to the Hibiscus flower, that comes in so many colors, has a short life, and even in that transient life, never fails to attract.
रिमझिम बारिश में भीग रहा,
मैं घूम घूम के झूम रहा,
मेरी पंखुड़ियाँ लहराती,
बूँदें भी मुझ पर थम जाती,
मैं श्वेतवर्ण, मैं स्निग्ध स्पर्श,
मैं क्षण भंगुर, मैं हूँ गुड़हल....
A hibiscus flower is a flame kindled by morning, a passionate declaration of life against the indifferent sky. Its petals, like silken banners, unfurl in radiant surrender to the sun's embrace. A splash of crimson against the green canvas of the world, it is a masterpiece painted with sunlight and dew. More than just a flower, it is a symbol, a siren song that lures the eye and captures the heart.
Words and voice: Arisudan
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