I saw a palace
White marble walls
Bedecked with jewels
Brilliantly dazzling
Golden yellow Amaltas * line the drive
Red Palash** flowers
on the pavement-pretty
Each step I took
More beautiful it grew
It’s teak wood door
Ornately carved
Pearl drop chandeliers
Crystals sparkled
Magnificent
It lures me in
I go closer
And closer
That white wall a shroud -it wails
Jewels stare
Chandeliers weep
Crystallized tear drops
And that door, so sturdy
Freedom denies
Holds captive
The Amaltas rustle, restless
And the fiery Palash– bleeds
I hurry
I step out in the open
Evening rays
Cast shadows
Orange-red
A fire rages, consumes
I walk away Farther
And farther
Until I can hear no more
The cries
And the agonizing sighs
Until I can see no more
The crumbling of authority
and the bitter reality
Far from the pain
I await the rain***
Tell me its not in vain
That I await the rain
Tell me its not in vain
*Amaltas is a tree with yellow flowers, native to Delhi
**Palash are red flowers that line the streets of Delhi in spring
***Australian bush fires were doused by the rains. I hope and pray the man-made fires in Delhi will be doused.
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