Under The Gulmohar Tree Poem by MJ Khalid

Under the Gulmohar
I found a replica of Passer domesticus on the ground,
Heads up, I saw the cinnamon brown male with
Grey upper tail coverts,
Chirping on the bough of Gulmohar-
The tree of romance and the tree of flower
As though, inviting to listen to his song,
To his female friend and partner who has
Black streaks on her back
He wants to share his memories of last flight
While in the roost, another female was on his right,
He saw a new range of bougainvilleas,
On the back yard of the Arts Centre where the Gulmohar stood
With pride, in a row happily from years together,
The song of male sparrow continued and to my comfort,
I travelled a few thousand months back to cordon off present,
When Madeha and I wore brown winter coat,
At once we had sung with unusual full throat,
the everlasting poem of Nightingale of India
and remember a bit, we had also danced with the nature,
The time passed by, and
Madeha is a rare kind of scientist abroad
Myself a lesser known scribe, living in suburb
Today I am standing in silence beneath the same Gulmohar,
The mile stone of our short term friendship life,
After three full calendar year, she has sent me a mail
She has discussed in detail her achievements and
Her way of life,
Where there is no past
Where is no memory of all those departed,
Where there is no sentiments,
No feeling of loss
No emotional staggering, no dream's flight
If so is the situation then what the cause is
Why irritating days, why sleepless nights
Is that she losing her inner fights?
Today the twenty fourth September is her birthday,
Mad! I used to call her, as short of Madeha, her full name,
My best wishes to you for your emerging youthful life,
Am celebrating your birthday with sparrow- cinnamon brown male
What a coincidence of grief and tale
He is alone and I am alone….