The Semal Tree ( The Bombax )
Strong yet Soft
How I longed to be a Semal on days,
Of the year that teased me all along,
To face pricks and adorn the spikes,
On chest and stand like the giant guy.
Who can move his feet from the soil,
Where on earth any soul could catch ,
The space of heart that sheds shawl,
And glows crimson love on his cheek.
A devil enticed by a wise carpenter,
Bazil attempts to escape from his fist,
Semal laughs and keeps door shut,
I too want to humble evil in my mind !
How he stands as king of an empire !
I look at leaves and twirls they make,
The Semal sneaks hopes in my heart,
Birds go flitting from bough to bough.
When I admire little lilies and roses ,
The Semal takes it all in his stride,
He waves at me, whispers with love,
I drink nectar from his grand gaze.
Like leaves, I have to shed all fears,
To plant pleasures like his flowers,
Embrace him to absorb the power,
Bear with the bristles with all love.