An isolated Ashoka
Huge,
in fact, with branches
Mesmerizes
ye all
To
bathe in fragrances
And
a red-hued flowers
Indeed
a feast for all
A
gentle breeze caressing
Both
thy body and soul
No
wonder, it’s but serene
Whirr….,
a sudden whirlwind
Tossing
them up and down
A
panic-stricken few
Make
a pell-mell dash for cover
Wow,
it’s Hanuman
Jumping
down to Our Sita
Who
is mourning under –
Ram,
Ram chanting
Sweep
through hearts
Is
it a trick by Ravana?
No
more mystery it’s !
When
Hanuman unlocks
The
knots one after the other
Oh,
how sad! How painful it’s!
To
see a rainbow hue
Yet
a glint of surprise in eyes
“My
Rama’s Kanayazhi”
A
chant takes a toll
The
voice of Rama heard
A
hope of rescue to come
“Chudamani”
is thy message
“Till
I reach my God”
Tears
choked her voice
Thus
she bids thee all.
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