Megha Ghosh

Those gulmohar trees had so many leaves that I couldn’t count

But all of them danced synchronously to the ripple of wind,

as if every tiny member of the air whispered to every leaflet – ” I Love You”

and all of those green clad fairies swayed shyly.

Even the butterflies could hear the music of the wind

as they fluttered up and down, dancing to a beat only they could hear

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