! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Frangipani! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Poem by Mamta Agarwal

! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Frangipani! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Rating: 2.4


Leaves like half burnt toast,
Hang from the shrivelled branches
Of Frangipani.

Come monsoon showers;
It comes to life and flowers,
Savours in delight…

Seduced by sweet scent
Moths drawn by the fragrance, flock
At night for nectar.

Do they have a clue?
It’s fruitless search for nectar;
Trick up nature's sleeve,

To help pollinate
As moths flit over flowers;
Play designated role…

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rakesh Bedi 18 August 2009

.....It is a fruitless search for nectar.....; what are you hinting at mamta? ? ? I think i am too close to that. A thought provoking poem, indeed!

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Pandian Angelina 28 August 2009

How sweet the night air How strong the scent Enticements are the rule When it comes to have Some work done! A truly beautiful poem, makes me wonder if you were also a botanist or a pantheist.

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Nikunj Sharma 28 August 2009

roles designated, have to search even if no nectar, I forgot that the search itself is, to be what it can be, a nectar in ultimate reality

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Samanyan Lakshminarayanan 21 August 2009

god has interwoven life...you have beautifully brought it out...an excellent poem..10

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Sathyanarayana M V S 19 August 2009

Frangipani flowers, it is said are loved by Lord Shiva. In South Indian Temples /homes Frangipaini flowers are extensively used in the pooja of Shivji. This is a marvelous poem, fragrant indeed. I could smell the Franagipani

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Seema Aarella 18 August 2009

An illusion or decoy.....clever nature or stupid moths? ? ? ? ? Is this the way to keep life going....nice one to ponder!

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