<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451254" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bougainvilleas! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">After summer solstice, <br>We earnestly pray for rain<br>In north Indian plains, <br>Drained after a long unforgiving summer.<br>Gulp down lemonade<br>Or a drink made of khus, almonds and melon seeds<br>Or juice of roasted raw mangoes, sweetened<br>And spiced with crushed cumin<br>Black salt and fresh mint leaves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I glance at the sky<br>From my balcony<br>Eyebrows knitted, <br>And sigh in dismay<br>As I watch clouds gather<br>Tease and leave.<br>I can smell rain in <br>Some far off hills, <br>As wind carries <br>Wet earth’s fragrance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My eyes rest on woody bougainvillea; <br>Vines scramble over boundary walls <br>And fence lines of neighbourhood villas<br>In colours as varied as a child’s first<br>Box of water paints.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I take a swig from<br>My bottle of Kinley, <br>Am filled with wonder, <br>How they remain so buoyant<br>All day and by night, <br>Despite no respite<br>From drought and heat.<br>While the Sun furiously beats <br>Down on earth’s cracked crust? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But mother nurtures the roots, <br>Who knows how she replenishes itself…? <br>The thorny vine knows not sloth, <br>And withstands the fiery wrath<br>And burst forth in blossoms, <br>Full of spirit<br>Just enjoying being.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oft I wonder, some flowers <br>Are fragrant, others a’int.<br>See what a plethora<br>Of colour, size and aura! <br>How amazing, they parlance<br>In complete silence.<br>Captivated, I just forgot<br>I was feeling hot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mamta+Agarwal">Mamta Agarwal</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451254" data-title="Bougainvilleas! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! de Mamta Agarwal" data-description="After summer solstice, We earnestly pray for rain In north Indian plains, Drained after a long unforgiving summer. Gulp down lemonade Or a drink made of khus, almonds and melon seeds Or juice of roasted raw mangoes, sweetened And spiced with cru..."></div> </div> </div>

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