Atlast I Found Her Poem by Indira Renganathan

Which is not divine on this earth
Flora, fauna, you, me they, this earth
And all..which is not divine?

My quest for divinity goes on
This time extended northwards
To tell you 'atlast I found her'

She is the Krishna kireetam
To be adorned by Him fitly
As she looks like a godly crown

Also she looks like the temple lamp
Lighted wicks arrayed in pyramid-steps
She is so made to glow divine

Though otherwise lovely in white, cream, red
Gorgeous, stunning and scenic she is in orange..
When I met her she was an orange-hostess

She treated my vision up from her green thicket
Lushly foliage flashing her grace
On my heart and mind and soul...just abluted

It was my blessed season of that godly flower
'Pagoda' with tiered pyramidal clusters was granting
Steepled blessings and boons she gifted readily

But not done with that I was still in need
On my asking she got on board with me back
For ever to enshrine her in my poetry here


Note:
Pagoda Flower: Clerodendrum paniculatum
Tamil: Krishna Kireetam