Gods Very Own Poem by Anupa Subramanian

This one is better without a title

As beautiful as she is, magnificent to every eye.
Draped in lush green silk, eye candy to the passer by.
On her magnanimous forehead does the orange sun rise; daily
Exotic and fragrant flowers adorn her body.
Her eyes open to the dews in the winter,
She is more beautiful in the roaring shower.


Reciting temple hymns makes up her dawn.
Chirping birds crack silences of the morn.
She lazes in the noon with the soothing nature,
Bending boughs seem talking to her.

She exudes divine fragrance with the dawn,
And an aura of lake water bath in the morn.
Later, Her palms smell of the food cooked in earthen pot,
Blended with natural flavours and rich spices so hot.
Her presence then smells of the soot from the chimney,
Emanating from the wooden pyre in the kilns so many.

Who can stop talking of this beauty,
Who is always crowned by coconut tree.
Bejewelled by pure drops of ‘kayal' lakes and rivulet.
This piece of land is surely a heaven on the planet