O Beautiful Gulmohar Blossom, Say You When Will My Love Come To? Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

When I see the gulmohars in bloom,
Beating the heat and dust
Or frolicking them,
Hanging onto,
Blooming upon
In clusters or bunches
Decorating the tree
Flamboyant, fiery red,
Reddish, flame-red,
Ornate and flowery
And decorating the barren earth
Even in squelching, sweltering heat
Of Indian summer,
I stop by,
Pause a bit
Under it
And dream my dream
Of bringing a bride
In sixteen shringaras,
In Benarasi handloom silk sari,
Embroidered and brocaded,
Kajal, tikli, bangles, myrtle, vermillion
And others