Gulmohur In May

Oh! Behold The bliss and beauty of May. The warm sunbeams, The sudden showers, The husky wind, Neither swift nor soft. The verdure of shrubs That put forth their buds And their sweet fragrance When opening their delicate folds. Lo! That tree enclosed by the fence, The lone Gulmohur in full bloom With flowers cluttered on every bough And the honey bees, diving in and out. A red canopy hung Across the cyan sky! A marvel of marvels In the valley of green! At the slight touch of the wind It sheds its flowers, That, like confetti over the blushing bride Drop to the ground and lie in heaps. Scarlet and deep orange, yellow and pink Such shocking shades, blended so fine, Turning the enveloping green Into a splendid canvas of art!