Fallen hero

It was him...the fallen hero, fallen from the battle of relentless rains...orphaning many birds...your red blooms could mirror your pains long after you were gone...the fire brigade sawing your body to create more space for ever increasing unconcerned insensitive traffic...for them you were just a tree...the world just looked at you once...cursed you coz you caused some delay to them.

Your death created some space...that will be eaten up very soon by some hut or "zhopdi" or some "tapri" It was you, our fallen hero...the mighty gulmohour tree.

But for many more you were more than just a tree...you who battled city's growing pollution. giving your ever encroached space to us ungrateful humans...covering us with ur dense cooling shade when aternoon sun just grilled us like kebabs...

my heart still bleeds for you. one mighty beauty fallen...in this world where there is no space for you or others...where only fittest survive and the weak are left to die.

The tikka stall will stand there again and so will "bhutta" stall..but you will never be there...and the summers will never be the same again

The world will never miss you...but I will always remember you and your encompassing beauty
U were never ordinary but just so extraordinary .. Naked in winter...red and joyous in summers lovely green in Rains

The fallen hero, the mighty gulmohur tree ...though the world will never miss you, I shall never forget u