To Golu, for being that someone, who I can give flowers to :)
As the chill of winter slows down,
And the Petunia ends its fling;
Delhi is adorned with a flowery crown,
As the festival of colours welcomes spring!
Neither too hot, nor too cold,
The sky sporting hues of blue,
The summer clothes are now unrolled,
Bringing the cotton fluffs and hay flu!
The Palaash makes a fiery appearance,
Suddenly blooming, suddenly falling;
The Peepal tree once so dense,
At once shedding, at once reviving!
The Allamanda mimicking sunshine,
The eyes bathing in its beauty;
Its cousin will arrive in sometime,
The Amaltas will shine no matter its fragility!
Madhumalti showing off its colourful bunches,
Changing like a chameleon, falling like the rain;
The Bougenville giving it even handed punches,
Blossoming vivid leaves for its flower's gain!
Soon enough comes the Gulmohar,
Its luminous orange blazing the sky;
So different from it is Sadabahar,
Simple, yet forever attracting the butterfly!
Even more, there is Japa Kusum displaying its tongue,
An example of grace, an example of wisdom;
Oh! Thousands and thousands of praises can be sung,
Of the wonderous flowers decorating this kingdom!
An enchanting time to be in Delhi,
A shift of the seasons, a new beginning;
All you need to do is look, really!
And you shall find in that flower,
What you have always been seeking!
Photo credits: Mokshi Sethi