My Golden Shower Poem by Nivedita Patnaik

Rustling in the soft breeze
fluttering her leaves she stands
my golden shower....
Yellow and gold,
green and golden...
changes colour with the sun...
proudly swaying her cascading bunches.
she calls me to her...
I run on bare-foot,
as if a friend has beckoned...
ages since we are friends...
sharing a lot,
I know my secrets well kept
when only told to her.

Spring time has arrived,
now she showers golden
her flowers adorn my room
her view from my window...
forever we shall remain friends...