There was a time
when the big Gulmohar
bloomed just where I slept
spreading it's flaming red
carpet just where I walked.
There was a day when,
wherever I looked, my
eyes hit the unseen bird
far away where the sky
dug it's feet.
There was a place where
rain came gushing down
from the yearning clouds
and danced with
the Savannah, dry and
scorched in the afternoon
Heat.
And there, within it's tall
grass and it's whispering
death, as the stars filled
the silent night sky,
I still lay awake, fulfilling
my part of the promise of
a never ending dream.
