gulmohar's seed-pods
since the advent of spring season in april
crores of blossoms of gulmohar
in waves after waves turned the tree top
in riotous red carpeting the green-
it is september; the tree looks plundered-
a few flowers here and there look weary too-
a hundred or so sheathed swords
tucked into the branches are seen!
o what then was the fate of
those millions of reds that shone bright?
were they barren, mercilessly doomed to dust,
without a vision of their posterity?
o nature! inscrutable are your ways!
-s.chandra kalaadhar
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