A Flower To Auroville Mother-56 Poem by Indira Renganathan

A Flower To Auroville Mother-56



Violet(Viola spp.)

Going out of hand my heart
Questing for flora all over
And this Violet a divine art
When captured by manoeuvre
Bloomed a Violaceae-mart
Amazing, me with a hang over
A hurried study did my heart

Of variety violas however
Just to end up with one Violet
Of whom small, shrubby some-some are
Perennial, annual some-some Violet
Of upswept four, lobed one lower
Petals of colours many to treat
Violet, blue yellow, white to flavour

Bicoloured some along with impart
All now in one hold to favour
Medicinal and culinary art
Heart and oval leaves to savor
Petaled perfume performing sweet

Saturday, January 1, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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