Daisies Poem by Mamta Agarwal

I went to the florist,
And asked for long lasting flowers.
He pulled out a bunch
And proudly said just arrived from
Bangalore.

I couldn’t believe what I saw,
Dainty petals colour of new born baby’s cheeks,
And inside lime green.

I picked the whole lot
And put them in a pot,
Every time I pass
I just have to pause.

They are still fresh after a week
As promised,
The colour scheme truly epitomises
The great artist at work.
I silently pay my
Obeisance.