Flower Market© Poem by Roann Mendriq

Marigolds heaped in joyous confusion,
Scattered fern like fine green lace;
White Champa piled in fine profusion,
like baskets brimming... icing glace.

Fragrance fills the morning air,
with Jasmine lilting on the breeze;
Ladies braiding in their hair,
Mogra buds with homespun ease.

Temple garlands in simplicity,
sway in fervent harmony;
While wreaths of Roses implicitly,
bloom and blush, yet tenderly.

When God made flowers, He must've thought,
"This day is good! What joy I've wrought! "
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