Down by the Chapel, across the highway street
I have a quiet home, I am a Gulmohar tree
My hands filled with green, a little yellow here and there
Red flowers on some, hues – pink, orange and pear
My leaves as they turn, into sunny gold
I let them all twirl, and let the others mold
Those leaving the crew twirl down with élan
Petals, of flowers red, emotions you can darn
That’s me here I discuss, find an unspoiled girth
Of wind and water, of muddy ground of earth
On a Sunday morning, when I watch families pass
All have calmness written… their faces, not of brass
A boy comes around confessing a little prayer
For a girl so lovely, whom he’d always care
After school, the teacher let’s all children go
Eat, play and be cheery, and make friends and foe
As I watch these scenes, a desperate wish arise
Many years from now, I watch all these things nice
I wish to be here always, watching everybody twirl and mold
I am a Gulmohar tree; do not cut me until I grow old!!
(Written by Pallavi Gupta)
(Note: This poem has 2 meanings… one… for nature and another for a Girl Child)
KOBITA GULO BHALO LEKHA HO-A-CHE BUT…….. PRANE ETO KOBITA KENO???
this one is awesome!
hope in future we can get another like this which speaks on behalf of a girl!
thanks for sharing.
@Mainak
Thanx… 🙂
@Swagata di
Thanx di…. I hope I keep writing too 😛
Luv
tht was a very beautiful analogy.. im sure every girl will identify with it.. 🙂
Thanx Pooja…. I feel so too 🙂
nice poem.
Thanx Sujay Bhaiya 😀
NICE POEM
Good…………..
beautifully scripted analogy… Would like to see more from you…
VERY BEAUTIFUL POEM LIKE A BEAUTIFUL GULMOHAR TREE
Hi,
Its a really nice piece of work.hope to read more from your end in the future.Keep writting.
Regards
Sasha
Beautiful.
hi,
i loved your poem,can we include it as a part of an article in our forthcoming issue.we are an environment magazine in hyderabad .
do let me know your mailing address so we can send u a magazine too
thanks
muskaan
associate editor
Beautiful poem…I liked it..
I love gulmohar tree..the full bloom of red flame on the tree marks the end of hot summer and welcome rains..every cool breeze with red petals makes feel happy and feel fortuned to be one to enjoy all these….
i love the poem
Beautiful poem!!
Thanks Swaps. Means a lot to me 🙂
truly beautiful poems… thank you…
Thanks for commenting 😀
I’m glad you enjoyed the poems 🙂
Thanks for this poem, I remember the tree in my park i use to clim it when i was kid and use to eat it flower petle.I miss those day it will be a sunny after noon and i use to be in the ground , use to play cricket and some time use to clim on the tree……………Now after 15year there is no tree left there i think it have be cutted
Hi Narendra, Childhood memories are special. So was the tree that was cut down. Hope we can in our life time plant more trees than what we’ve seen cut. Anyway, thanks for your comment 🙂
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