It's Red

Red Light blinks, Red Flag sways.

Red Flower thrives

In the front lane of my home.

I do not fancy the color,

At least not at the moment.

The red color directs at risk.

Forces to stay standstill,

And not to move a bit.

Blood is red in color.

To lose blood is grave,

But I do not panic.

I do not faint like my cousin.

My cousin is freakish in these affairs.

She slumps to the floor,

Wherever the blood is visible to her.

How many times has she passed out?

I have lost count.

Flowers bloom on my colony's tree,

It stretches its arms to my balcony.

With a light blue sky in our locality,

The view is divine for onlookers.

The place is adorned in red and black,

The flowers glow like flames.

It's sheer lovely to behold the scene.

I hold my breath,

Mesmerized with its beauty

Completely ignoring the stings from bugs.

These blooms appear once a year,

Just like Goddess Durga's homecoming.

Kesari is an output from the flowers,

The color is used in Holi or fabric dye.

Vermillion color for the perfect blossoming

In the leafless branches.

One glimpse at it fills me with contentment.

It insinuates the end of the winter.

Guess the name of the red flower?

It's "Flame Of The Forest";

Another name is "Fire of the Forest."

Sounds familiar?

The color is not only gorgeous,

But it sparks a fierce attitude.

"Palash" sounds hypnotizing to the ears,

Fills the soul with divinity and eyes with happiness!

It brings spring along with it.

Parrots fly up to the radiant tree,

Bees launch their buzzing drive.

The cluster is devoid of fragrance,

Is it like beauty sans the brains?

The parks should be adorned with Palash,

This spits fire, true to its style.

It also appeals to liveliness all along.

Orange, red, yellow, or white:

The color may vary in regions.

The attraction will never fade,

Not even in the future.

I will await your arrival every year.

To immerse in your charm, oh my Palash!