A Flower To Auroville Mother-10 - Poem by Indira Renganathan
Shenbagam (Magnolia champaca, Champak)
It was a juvenile hello, very juvenile, remember..?
In the precincts of a temple with my father
First time when we met I breathed a wonder
As you smelt elysian...all long of childhood yonder
Why my father in haste but prevented then..?
That my heart 'd bleed, so no more on..?
Knew not then..knew not to reason then
Know now that you're a dart from Manmathan
And even more now know I my dear flower
That your aroma is joy perfumed more
And your skill of curative ilk lot more
The wishes done under your shade, ah, clever
A heavenly dazzle with fragrance rich and longer
Golden in colour and chromatic and tender
Charecterestic your tapered petals so much stronger
Artistic on sacred hair-dos as such a splendour
As if ready to shoot tepals cupping tensed
You are elegant and reasonably spirited
A special highly tantalizingly aromatized
All by tall bole up to be noted structured
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