I blaze under the sun.
Drooped, still I glare in the rain;
Night's black doesn't blind me.
I'm fire;
I'm soft;
I'm scarlet;
Twisted,and ugly at times..
When time arrives
The ancient fire
Raptures out of the root,
Right from the core
Where silence had cherished
Without fragrance
The beauty of courge.
I don't spread.
I stand alone.
I stand out.
I'm Palash, flame of the forest.
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