Grasshopper on Gulmohar

Poetry

It is covered with leaves,

As monsoon onsets,

Providing abode to the hopper,

Both equally green,

Grey rain intermittently disrupts.

Magical blossoms soon take over,

Orange and blood red,

Like a married lady's forehead,

On a merry wedding day;

Or the idol of the goddess,

Incensed inside the sanctum.

What does the grasshopper know,

The beetles have been feeding,

Upon the blooms of the day,

He feeds on the leaves,

They weren't there in summer,

When he sang with the bulbul.

But, Gulmohar does not forget,

The grasshopper has grown together,

Countless seasons have passed,

Gulmohar knows, all the birds,

And insects seek its color in rains,

As well as the artists on the bench,

They climb upon him,

To take the flowers to their lovers.

But when harsh summer's sun takes away,

The last leaf upon its branches,

Grasshopper still stays,

Clinging the shoots,

In the scorching heat,

Providing it the green color,

After all, the lovers,

Couldn't draw a red flower,

Without a little green leaf, he says,

Gulmohar Smiles.

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