Monday, 31 August 2015


Crimson petals of the shady gulmohar

Adorn the summer tree line

Proud of its color and heritage

Basking  in the glorious sun

The petals enjoy these  happy days

But the rains come and go

The season changes

The flowers wither

The petals fall away

Risen in its place

The fruits  too dries up

And the seeds are all scattered out

Not too long since these flow of changes

Beginning from scattered seeds in a distant land

 A new forest is born

New trees, new life!

Among this new tree line

Another the crimson flower blossoms !

Proudly swaying in the summer breeze

Basking in joy  of self glory

Still happily wishing

Forever,  I  too  shall stay!   

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