My Flower Series
I am not a botanist, but an admirer of nature specially flowers.
For the following series of flower poems, I did refer a lot.
For that matter wherever I went I looked for the area flowers
pressed and preserved them for my study and review which has helped me a lot.
I humbly dedicate these flower poems to the Mother of Auroville.
I hope my efforts will be appreciated and remain a useful reference.
I repeat I am not a botanist.
Indira Renganathan
Thaamarai(Indian Lotus-Nelumbo nucifera)
She's the heart of an elemental body
Soft, soft and soft in healing peace
So deep in mire and muck sown muddy
Yet triumphing petaled in manifold blossoms
Pink and blue and white refreshing and sunny
She's the heart of an elemental body
Soft, soft and soft in gospel silence
So deep in twirls and swirls of mayic petalody
Yet triumphing petaled in enlightened bliss
Bright and right and straight to the Almighty
the comparisons are nice...good poetics get revealed...thanks...10
very nice and lovely composition. great poetic technique used. take care pl see 3 of my new poems on pg 1 & 3 1. a prayer for children 2. walk through life 3. what makes you so special
Nice poem and good writing...hearts of the mothers are large enough to surround all children and the only real love in life. Nilufer Dursun
A very pleasant poem I find great pleasure in reading all your holy flower poems dear madam
Yeah Her Holiness Sri Ma…wore the cloak of Maya for divine play…as a Shakti… Excellent consecration poem…Glory Unto Sri Ma…and my Pranams at Her Lotus Feet 10+ Ms. Nivedita UK PS Please visit my page grace by comments. n
Dear Poet, I deviate from my usual style of commenting with rhymes As i have to write a few more than the rhymes. I read your poems on Mother sometimes back Coldn't comment due to my own reasons of time etc etc. But it was there in my mind that i should read and commnet one by one... 'Consciousness beyond Mind'... the theme of Mother I love her since my first visit to Auroville... Her preaching are superb and consoling... I read a few books on her then.. but later got drifted in the usual flow of life.. time.. semnses etc.. To be frank with you.. reading your poems on mother has rekindled my interest to revisit her palce and thoughts. First of all thanks for this inspiration. And your composition astound as usual... I will comment one by one... Thnak you for sharing.
written with lot of reverence. mother used to love flowers. i have seen two illustrated books of flowers. she believed each flower had spiritual values. thanks. i shall read all. Mamta
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow..Nice description ma'am.