Tree 18 - The Flamboyant Gul Mohar Poem by Geeta Radhakrishna Menon

Tree 18 - The Flamboyant Gul Mohar

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Flamboyant Gulmohar creates furore,
Filling the streets with her charming colour,
Flaming tree of red orange flowers,
Furnishing a bright canopy of blooms galore.

When the sun begins to play its wicked game,
Withering and heaving with heat wave,
Gul Mohar comes to the rescue of pretty babes,
Gorgeous umbrella spread wide to protect the Aves.

Famed Royal Poinciana is born of
Family Fabaceae that reminds me of
Fairy tale of the Red Riding Hood,
Fabulous girl gliding down the woods.

From Madagascar to Mumbai
Flaming Gul Mohar! O Gul Mohar!
Attracted you have every traveller,
With your pretty, flirty, red attire.

Tree 18 - The Flamboyant Gul Mohar
Thursday, May 30, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: flowers,tree
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kostas Lagos 30 May 2019

Impressive! Both the poem and the tree

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Rajnish Manga 03 June 2019

A glace at the grand Gulmohar in the picture above will make one a big fan of the 'Flaming tree of red orange flowers'. Again, the poem brings to us a lot of information relating to 'Gulmohar' with which not many people are generally familiar. I might be late in reading this poem but the experience has been quite rewarding. Thanks, Geeta ji.

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 02 June 2019

A beautiful poem that expresses in brilliant detail the wonderful attributes of.Gul Mohar Tree. So beautifully depicted. The picture that goes with this write is spectacular.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 02 June 2019

From Madagascar to Mumbai Flaming Gul Mohar! O Gul Mohar! Attracted you have every traveller, With your pretty, flirty, red attire.....oh, yes, Gul Mohar tree attracts every traveller with pretty, flirty, red attire.Beautiful poem with beautiful picture. Thanks.

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Valsa George 01 June 2019

Beautiful poem with a beautiful picture accompanying it! Indeed the Gul Mohar attracts every traveler with 'her pretty, flirty, red attire'! A sure 10

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Dr Dillip K Swain 31 May 2019

When the sun begins to play its wicked game/Withering and heaving with heat wave/Gul Mohar comes to the rescue of pretty babes/Gorgeous umbrella spread wide to protect the Aves….You have truly penetrated into the delightful spirit of delicate Gul Mohar! Loved reading this poetry on nature and natural beauty…10

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