gulmohar

It was a usual day all wet and dry

Thoughts were racing and so was I

Was rather too quick to notice

Muddy waters left no footprint

The clouds had drawn and dark

It was raining but not too heavy

A black umbrella drawn in response

Lest I spoil my sharp dress new

A little splash here and there

I am cautious about every step

And till I see a child so merry

I don’t bother to look around

The drizzle had ceased

I realised a second or two late

And my umbrella had been painted

With the vibrancy of red

Gulmohar was with me since so long

The rain had just kept me busy

Stopping the gulmohar all along

But I brought it along.

-Appy H Purohit (19/7/2012)