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Gulmohar- My friendship tree

You are majestically red, Are you up to war and blood?
No says the tree. In every childhood memory rails, My flower buds reshape as nails, And knives in their playful tales.
Oh! so you are naughty, to make my ground dirty.
No says the tree. My heart laughs a lot, so i wither a lot. :P