My Gulmohar

Here's a haiku i wrote for my seniors. The class of 2007.
with love.

we played
all midsummer games,
soiled and bruised

on the floors
rolling with laughter
and dancing blue.

Life calls.
hush, shush.she mustn't know.
quick,hide.

everything turns yellow.
groping still. i seek.
I spy.

and you became stars
i looked in awe.
a proud kid.

i loved you guys
o archade.love you still.
like gulmohar.

kgp will miss you.