White petals
with yellow hints
in your hair, you have
become the umbrella tree.
Come, shade me,
from the rain of a
people’s pain, come
share your slow ecstasy,
frangipani.
Published with permission from “Ghazalnama”, Yoda Press.
This selection is curated by Yamini Krishnan.
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