This flowering is really painful. br Philosophically she bares herself br And puts on a cover, transparent. br I feel like closing my eyes at ‘hers’. br br The mood she made in me was mild br Like gold and its lenient luxuries. br Why is there no leaf or a little shade br To be put on her here and there? br br I feel shy seeing her clad only in gold. br What else has she ever had to bare? br But this, ‘that I have nothing to hide’ br What is bare, you know, is beautiful. br br The Vis(hu) ion of this tree makes all eyes glow; br and all the ones who try to frame her ‘Yellow’, br blissfully happen to ask, out of pure innocence; br What, y’know, what’s the colour of affluence? br br She sheds it like still-minted coins of all dimensions. br br *Vishu is a festival of the Hindus, and during this period a tree with yellow followers blooms herself all over leaving no leaves on her but only flowers. This flower is a sign of wealth and prosperity for the upcoming year. This tree paints all streets yellow and makes the whole state go gold.br br A.