Gyrating in the wind, the strands of marigold
Danced – Electrified from within
For the joy overflowed
Refusing to be controlled!
In that twilight
Was it grief or joy or silent retreat?
Difficult indeed was the quandary
The swirling dervishes of marigold
Consumed by their own glory!
The Arch was commanding,
Artistic, Aristocratic and Astounding
Some came exulting-
Some were lamenting!
It was the gateway:
Bedecked, beguiling!
Where did it lead?
No passersby did heed,
To Heaven or Hell?
Each created their destiny
The gateway…
Exulted, lamented none on the journey!
