When under the Gulmohar Tree

the summer sun shone over the head,
bright and yellow, how it is made,
nothing mattered in those afternoons
when under the gulmohar tree.

the fiery red and yellow shades,
 tiny greens all over the place,
would look to pick those soft petals,
when under the Gulmohar tree.

climb the tree to the highest branch,
not fearing i would end up on the ground,
would pluck those lovely flowers and say
‘Hey, lets eat them away.’
the gang of girls would wait impatiently
when under the Gulmohar tree.

the look and feel of the petal,
the colors each petal cradle,
it was an amazing combination by nature
gazing them for long minutes
when under the Gulmohar tree.

there is a king petal with white streaks
the others are queen around with mix,
mix of yellow, orange and red,
all around the tree like bed,
this beauty so soothing has always been free,
when under the Gulmohar tree.

those innocent childhood days,
those lovely summer afternoons
no heat, no tan mattered then
when under the Gulmohar tree.
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