
Beneath the vibrant Gulmohar tree, on the wooden bench,
countless stories of love and loss unfold
These tales shimmer with sentiments, frozen in the sands of time
Having a journey full of twists and turns in its dwindling path
Traversing moments and memories between time-lapse
Birds chirp, and the vibrant flowers bloom,
The sky alternates between golden hues, gloom and vibrancy of azure
Destined hearts meet under the canopy
A saga of upheaved, and ardent continuity
Whoever comes and sits on this lone bench in quest of some peace
The Gulmohar sheds its flowers in the earnest quest to put them at ease
Pondering over and juggling with the circle of life in the dire need to succeed
Fighting day in and out, joining the rat race trying to run full speed!
Passers-by often seek refuge after a tiring day
Maybe momentary, to have a loving glance
The hiatus brings a much-needed break
Feeling the mystic charm and relishing the fresh air taking deep breaths
Here, couples have sat on the wooden bench, engraving their names with their beloveds,
Serving as testimonials to their soulful commitments
The wooden bench remains steadfast and unyielding in its presence,
The Gulmohar tree witnesses, blessing them with flamboyant blossoms
The loner individuals, at a ripe age and all alone,
Sit in solitude and reminisce about what's gone.
Emptiness sinks in as they miss their companions,
The travellers who have gone on a journey that has no return.
The tree, the bench and the lane remained constant
With time their significance and perception may change
For those who oscillate with time's ebb and flow.
It provides a breakthrough for the subdued moments
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Bio: Madhu Jaiswal is an editor, translator and bilingual poet from the City of Joy Kolkata.
She believes that penning your thoughts is therapeutic to the soul. Her musings are often featured in various e-zines and have been published in multiple national and international anthologies.
An empathic person by core, she tries to impart affinity and kindness to all.
Beneath the fiery canopy of the Gulmohar, where petals dance in the breeze....we could have some memorable moments... Stories breathe in its shadows laughter lingering like echoes...tears soaked into the grain. In its embrace, love blooms and withers, etching memories that refuse to fade....stays with us ever n forever
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