Palash and Peacocks
A nostalgic tribute to palash tree
Indian autumn feels muted,
but spring is vibrant.
The woodlands come alive
with blazing orange blooms of palash,
the flame of the forest.
We used to boil the petals
and turn them into
organic colors for Holi,
body stained for days.
I’ve seen crows, parrots,
and peacocks
feeding on the blossoms.
Nostalgia haunts me,
so, I painted
peacock on its branches.
Not long ago,
I met a writer unclw,
who saw my art,
rad my poems,
and said:
“It seems like we writers
are all fond of palash.”
I nodded.
It has no fragrance,
but it sets fire on the hearts,
when it graces the forests.
Another ode on palash:
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Seema Patel
I am Seema. I contribute to PubMed, Blogger, Medium, LinkedIn, Substack, Amazon KDP, Vocal Media.
I write on nature, health, parenting, creativity, gardening, social issues.
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Comments (5)
Seema - Thank you for sharing a bit of India with us, and of course your lovely Polash tree. Beautiful poem, and you are quite talented with your paintings. The paintings and the poems are quite beautiful. Nicely done!!
As usual so beautifully written ♦️♦️♦️
What beautiful pictures, Seema. Good job on the poem too.
Both your poem and painting are so beautiful!
Lovely, Seema. Your art perfectly complements your words <3