|The Gulmohar Tree|
I look out over the balcony
The flamboyant Gulmohar flowers
draped in splitting sunrise
come flying like missiles
...dab 'feast-of-color' in my eyes
I skip down the stairs
run up to the majestic tree
…and lower myself under it
Staring at it... I pluck a fiery bloom
the flower feels rubbery against my skin
…the loveliest scent intoxicates me
The sun is ablaze...prickly;
Yet, it gives me succor
even in the scorching heat
Rays start raining in chunks on the ground
Shift my eyes on the blooms of the path
Petals flutter …
a tremble this minute..
And then….it’s all still
My mind halts…
one more time
Divine grace --- what splendor!
…..I edge away drunk
With flame-dance on my head...
Anybody who visits Delhi during summer days will momentarily get blinded by these flamboyant Gulmohar-blooms revealing their astonishing palette of greens and reds...