The Gulmohars bloom When love flowers in the heart of a chaste lass, forlorn in a dream of her own. Her passion intensifies the shade of crimson red. Her innocence contrasts the near green and far blue. The pastel of colour mix reflects her dreams. Love, passion and pangs nourishes the flame! As she looks at the tree, they both sigh in a hushed tone; a love story begins. A never- ending connivance A secret bond A myth to live for ages. When the Gulmohars bloom Love has blossomed its first shower in a heart that beats in a rhythm that only she knows how to hide, and not to seek. The Gulmohars have bloomed The horizon turns red And she smiles beneath its branches.
Celebrating the self with a different beat! In each breath, each step.