Sweltering hot summer day
Strong sunrays burning the skin
Bright glare hurting the eyes
Gusty breeze, drying me within….
Till I turn a corner and see
The sea of yellow swaying in the wind
Like little bells that chime
The ‘Amaltaas’ is beauty sublime
The beauty of the colour Yellow - whoever made up the rhyme ‘Yellow yellow, dirty fellow’ obviously never saw the Amaltaas tree in bloom…. It has never failed to evoke in me a sense of joy, and gay abandonment as I see the lush blooms. Does anyone know of any other name for this tree?
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