We walked along the dusty lanes that seemed to lead us back
in time
Memories that were fast asleep, awoke again, a dozen a dime
Gulmohar trees that bloomed at large, swayed gently at this
peaceful hour
A gust of wind then did blow past, the flowers fell down in a raining
shower
You’d caught my hand and asked of me, if I recalled a time
long past
We’d walked along this same old road, we had nothing, our
dreams were vast
Yes, indeed, I do recall, that day and the wishes I had
made
I’d wished for strings of rubies that, would be encrusted in chains of jade
You’d then picked up a Gulmohar flower, and handing it over to
me in jest
You'd said one day I’d have that gift, for now a Gulmohar seemed the best
Today, yet again, as we walk along, that memory comes right
to the fore
My fingers play with the necklace that, you gifted me the day
before
The rubies glitter, the jade is smooth, you've kept the promise
of many a year
The dreams that we had seen together, then far away and now
so near
But there is something I now know, as I walk down this
memory lane
Hand in hand with you once more, we see that past alive
again
Today, if you picked a red Gulmohar, and gifted it to me in
jest
After all these years, I’d like say, to me, a Gulmohar is
still the best
