This is a poem I actually wrote for one of my exams, (which is why it has a rhyme scheme). It describes the Gulmohar tree, (known as Royal Poinciana in English), throughout its flowering cycle, from the beginning of the summer to the beginning of the monsoon.
On the dry brown slopes of the mountain high,
The flaming orange catches my eye,
In the hot dry wind, the koel says,
"The flame of the forest is finally ablaze!"
The sun is burning the leaves away,
For the bright red, lush green makes way,
Green leaves are gone, but the red flower stays,
It's the flame of the forest, finally ablaze!
The forest is dreary, scorched and faded,
All colour gone, silent as the dead,
Like life itself, in a glorious craze,
Is the flame of the forest, wildly ablaze!
Rain thunders down, the sky is grey,
The forest is greener, day by day,
Bits of red seen through the green haze,
It's the flame of the forest, just barely ablaze.
The forest is alive, the trees are drenched,
The thirst of the flames is finally quenched,
The last drop of fire, slowly falling, says,
"The flame of the forest, will once again blaze!"
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Songs of Silence
PoetryReading a poem touches something in us. Something far deeper than the loud, fickle mind, which quickly hates or applauds and then forgets. It touches the very soul of our being, that silent part of us, that can truly feel, without judgement or opini...
