I remember

(For Baba and other lost loves)

I still look back 
in my memories
to tell you
that I loved you.

Memories

entwine themselves

on pasts that

will never come back.

A stump of a gulmohar

bursts with hues of

of green and orange

as a creeper

hides its dark

dried bark.

I’ve learnt to 

appreciate

Time-

how

she lays the dead

peacefully

in the earth,

how

she lets the dead

come back to life

from the dirt

in which they decayed.

When you told me

that I could be

whatever I wanted

I told Time

that she would not 

take you from me

and she understood.

The bees hum

again

over the dead stump,

over new flowers

that bloom

in the red sun.

I no longer see the stump

only moss and vines

flowering prolifically.

When I saw you

for the last time

I knew 

it would 

be the last time

that you left.

You became a part of me

that will live on

even if I forget.

Uncredited
https://qz.com/india/734657/in-indias-silicon-valley-dying-trees-mirror-a-beautiful-citys-dreadful-decline/