One corner house in my street,
Where grows sepal like
Lovely, light, bougainvillea
Spread like a white sheet.
Overflows upon the compound wall
Attracts each and every passersby
Densely, bounty bougainvillea
is like a creamy froth about to fall.
On this brightly white flowers
Insects creep, dew settles, twinkles flash
Adding
glow to rich bougainvillea
Like a touch of sea breeze on cold hours.
(Prepared for a poetry contest in poetry soup titled BOUGAINVILLEA)
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