The Gulmohar Blossoms/ The Palash Tree

The Gulmohar Blossoms Who is the bride Dressed in a Benaresi silk sari And in sixteen make-ups Standing under The gulmohar tree Satin brocaded and jewelled So shy and coy mistress Under the bunches Of gulmohar blossoms And the wind blowing In late March Seen standing under And lost in the sweetest dreams Of hers? The Palash Tree Stands it there Leaflessly, The wild palash tree With the clusters of blossoms, Reddish-reddish blossoms Clustered with And the cuckoos cooing Sweetly from The hilly domains. The wild palash tree lies it Shorn off Leaflessly, But the reddish clusters Of palash blossoms Decorating it beautifully With the hanging clusters So reddish, orange and red coloured Taking us to the hilly scapes.