A Flower To Auroville Mother-11 - Poem by Indira Renganathan
You're too composed, meek and mild..
In gentle diffusion and secret spread
When your aroma rises around
In search a passer-by bewitched
Pink or red, single or double petaled
Glistening glory yours he astounded
In divine mood you're specially offered
By the surrendered to Durga and the Sun God
They say you're toxic in clusters fringed
Are you angels from heaven to earth expelled
Of fear I guess you're toxicant to self guard
Your use and medicament yet the known utilised
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