The Flower And The Root Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

What a beautiful light in the sky!
To see the flowers, say
'O Root! Confined yourself in the dismal darkness
Engaged forever in search of fluid
Not enjoying heavenly beauty
Fascinating colorful world. '

The root says grinning, 'Listen, this mythical idea...
Ascetic who is the composer of saga of seraglio;
The sidereal
Sense of humor
Why saucy not be smug
Light color - you bathed, is my glory. my credential

If you do not
I get the same look and smell. '