GULMOHARS

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