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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