My Flowers Talk


At times flowers seem to talk
at least to me, they do so.

The roses in my garden
white, red and yellow
call me for a play
I hold their hands
go in a merry go round.

Near my patio the Hibiscus ,
again in a colourful hue
yellow, red and orange
beckon me to come near
I embrace them all the more.

In my courtyard, the Basil
green and fragrant look solemn
bless me while I pray

I light the oil lamps
fall prostrate before the basil
an obeisance I do every evening.
The hours fly in such a way
I never feel alone in my home
which might be without people
but holds a lot of lively species
the flowers being one among them.
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