GLORIOUS GULMOHAR

A bunch of gulmohars hang outside my window,

In all its striking glory and magnificence.

Every morning I gaze at it and time does slow

While I dissolve into my train of thoughts.

How perfect are the florets glimmering with trapped dew!

How sharp is the red and its shades!

How clear are the veins of yellow!

How balanced are the buds to the blossoms!

Surely, but surely this is testimony to its Creator

Or is it just the chance of nature?

The symmetry, the shape, the structure, the shade –

Are they but the result of nature righting it

Over and over – until it becomes the vision before your eyes?

When all that is taught and all that you believe

Is put to test and trial

Your bedrock that once was so strong,

Shakes and trembles and withers away,

Like the bunch of glorious gulmohars.