Never had I loved the flowers,
nor cherish the tree.
Then I came across a Gulmohur,
that became a pert of me.

Nature plays it's own game,
for I thought I could play with it.
Hard was my heart kept in the cold,
turned soft by her warm touch.

No poet am I, words to use.
Nature gave me, this flower to choose.
The truth once which I never knew,
the flower became the truth in me.

I love my Gulmohur with all my heart,
there'll be no end from that start.
I'll fondle her petals with my hands,
and caress her with my face.

And take very good care of her, until the end of days.....