A lot has been written about you,
Oh! Fragile piece of wonder!
As you sway, I draw parallels;
To my own self-
The way I flew with the breeze,
Ignorant of the destination.
Today, as I come back to you,
I can see your leaves
And your flowers
Unchanged-
Offering me the same feel- goodness they did-
When I held them within my little hands, decades ago.
How is it that you emit the same tenderness,
Even after years of adversity?
They say your roots are not strong enough-
You can’t even withstand a mighty wind!
But my question is different.
Nothing has shaken your beauty yet.
Is being soft your greatest strength?
‘Gulmohar’ … ‘the fragile piece of wonder’ is a real ‘phantom of delight’ to the reader
Thank you so much.
A lovely,contemplative,thought-provoking poem.
Thanks a lot sir.