Secret Of Thine Smile O Flower Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Many a shade, many a shape and size,
Many a delicate figure and form,
Ye dedicate life to cause of fragrance,
Thine beauty belongs to whoso has eyes,
So much life packed in less, long, not thine norm,
Long past thine life lingers blossom's romance,
And all this but with thorns as company,
Caveats, nor complaints thou hast any.

Far sweeter art thou than is pure honey
In thine bosom, and thine bewitching smile
Seems to beckon birds and bees so many,
A magnet thou art around a long mile.

How dost thou pack in short life so much punch?
We humans clueless are O for a hunch!
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The octave has an odd rhyme scheme: abc/abc/dd. The Volta is held up till the last couplet.
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Sonnets | 08.02.07 |