The Gulmohar

I was sitting on the bench
Seeing this beautiful tree,
Which was in my garden
standing tall with self-belief.
It is a Gulmohar,
Which looked bright and new
Everyone loved it.
It was the one, which I grew.
It's a wonderful tree,
Birds love it, it's true
It's going to be eight years young so soon,
I remember when I planted it,
It was so small and fragile
It needed proper care.
Rainy or sunny
Hot or cold,
I took its care
For all its life long.
It's near to my heart,
in all different ways.
It's a major part of my life,
It's my friend in true sense.
I took its care
And will continue to do the same,
Hey Gulmohar,
You are a true friend.

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