Death Of A Gulmohar

A friend there was in my childhood times.

He was green and emanated a radiance of reassuring kind,

I loved to gaze in its verdure and fancied diving deep in its foliage...

I never knew how and when he waltzed into my subconscious.

Transcending me into more of a subtle kind,

Alas, on one dark day, I heard him being axed.

Pained me within, however small I was, in vain was protesting and crying....

They told me a fool I was...

That I preferred to be back then,

They tell me still 

That I still prefer to be...

'A fool ' For my friend...