Goldmahur Poem by Sushil Kumar Tripathy

Goldmahur blooms red
With attractive colour and texture
Smiles beautifully
Looking at the open blue sky.

Sky becomes envious
At blooming goldmahur
Sends stormy air to blow
Wrathful shower of rain.

The tree weeps with
Broken twigs of flowers
And pealed branches
Having nests of birds
And chicks in it
Yet to open their eyes.

Crying reaches to heaven
Storm rests, rain disappears
Neither the branches
Nor the nests return
To their position.