Iyer Shreenath Balasubramanian
Flowers - Poem by Iyer Shreenath Balasubramanian
Flowers are the beauty of garden
Thou they are not the nature's burden
They give a beautiful colour to life
Though else the life s pale.
It sybolises love and affection
Thou while cactus s foesome and hatred
It has its own meaning and essence
Though symbolises its presence.
They give peace to thy mankind
And none other s of its kind
They dance in the tunes of music
Thou it displays the beauty of tanishq
Flower gives beauty to the season of Autumn
A tree's leaves may be ever so good,
With its garden and wood;
But unless you put the right thing to its root
It never will show much flower or fruit.
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