The tiny neem flower
pale green in colour
falls down in a drizzle
with a gentle whistle.
The aroma it spreads
is unexplainable in all threads
a pungency with a bitterness
could be felt in their tenderness.
The value it shares
is beyond anyone’s dare
an appetizer with digestive enzymes
it finds its place in many dishes.
Soups and chutneys of the florets of neem
extend benefits so varied that none can deem
the Indian way to ward off infections
could be a study in reflection.
I see them around in my garden
a beautiful mantle laden
with these soft flowers all so picturesque.
They keep me in a berserk.
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