Beneath the gulmohar tree In flamboyant love A tale of our desires Coloring each other A bright vermillion Under his crimson spread Shaded in blissful haven.
Reaching for his branches Clasping, holding Climbing, swinging Chasing, laughing Under a bright shower of scarlet petals Of hearts and heat, of love and life Blooms of a scorching Indian summer.
In flames, his vibrant burning crown His canopy, flaunting festive tangerine blossoms Crinkled teasing petals One upright Of quaint innocence in white Splashed with feisty passion's red Celebrating and anticipating In celebration of us, our love Anticipating rain.. As his branches reach high for promising dark clouds.
Serenading with the music of the monsoons Moist leaves of the gulmohar glisten With wind and water, in gentle rhythm Raindrops nestle for a moment Before sliding, slipping On damp, satiated earth Strewn bright with scattered orange petals Of the gulmohar Drenched and soaked like us.