Treasure Island

Indira Renganathan


A Flower To Auroville Mother-103


Thiruneetru pachilai, Vibhuti Pachilai
(Ocimum basilicum, Sweet Basil)


Look, she too joins to flavour
Smiling at each other ambrosial
Her leaves stuck to woody server
In whorls tiny flora of sweet basil
Curative culinary sacred aromatic
Hark, entwining through how well
In tangling hush joining together
Help making of a garland wonderful

Submitted: Saturday, April 30, 2011
Edited: Saturday, April 19, 2014

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  • Mohammad Akmal Nazir (4/30/2011 6:11:00 AM)

    Wonderful poem full of fragrance and beauty. Great imagery and decent style. Loved to read. Thanks for sharing..... Love to invite your valuable comments on my new poem ' The land of curse'. (Report) Reply

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