How alight and well-groomed you are,
As I see you,
From the terrace,
You need no introduction somehow.
As a child, I played witchcraft at your feet,
Our nails bore your petals in glee,
For you lured me and my friends,
who scared each other by telling devil’s fantasy.
how you remain unaffected by magic spells,
that the dark witches labourously cast on you;
they envy your scarlet beauty
hence snobly break their knuckles in day and at night,
to transform you into someone ugly.
The witches have tried in vain,
To decharm you;
So having lost all their powers,
They are compelled back to hell.
Gulmohar you still look as red as fire;
Like a lava smelting from top of a mountain;
Yet you have the kindest bosom,
As you provide shade,
To all, be it a stranger or someone known.
Now I know your secret,
Everyday the setting sun kisses you ‘ goodbye’ ,
He seems to protect you;
He is in love with you,
Therefore he awaits gloomily for you to come back in season.