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Queen Turns A Loner


The yearly flower show 
an annual attraction
when people from the plains
gather in the hills 

Ooty, an endearing town,
 in the Western ghats,
has a  royal salutation,
 Queen Of  Hill Stations.

activates a  diaspora
where colours exude 
pastel, dark, soft, green
as a canvas.

Those who see buildings,
concrete structures, find 
the scenario  enchanting,
 the very beauty intoxicating

This year the exuberance
goes unwatched, unsung
as enforced lockdowns 
restrict travel and gathering.

 Financials go abegging.
Tourism takes a back step.
The Queen, in the middle 
of trees and flowers, nestles 
in solitude.