Krishno-Chura Or Flamboyant

Close to the window of my room Stands a tree called KRISHNO-CHURA In our mellow Bengali tongue Flamboyant is now in full bloom Two months ago it was naked Just hundreds of grey skeletons As hard and harder grew the sun Feather like leaves gladly crowded And now in the heat of hard May It is a breathtaking beauty Cascade of red and red cutie Spreading soft shade in a cool gray I look and try to understand How at a certain point of time A friend of mine had lost all rhyme Disaster shook his existence The difficult sun of struggle Grew shade plants leaves and juicy fruits Fresh household with lyric and flute Guiding the house rise from rubble Today in his psychic garden KRISHNO-CHURA in smile always Many a door in the hallways Himself a tree for all persons My window is all flamboyance Leaving me in clairvoyance ---------------------------