Bauhinia
Popping violet in green bush sturdily rises
in front the sky-high concretes.
Bouncing branches among monsoons carry
heart beats of urban hustle-bustle.
Imperial far east as it’s first found
remains a not-twice anomaly — cross-bred,
East and west, airheaded mistake or
calculated diplomatic?
Painfully blossoming in gloomy traffic;
like a fake corsage pinned in
personage-filled banquet room.
A fruitless efflorescence!
Alas! The bauhinia is a curse of
perennial flourish! Fate has it however spendid,
remarkable, reproduce not itself except
on tattoo-ed finite silver money.
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