An outbreak of red,
a sight unfolding,
where the hibiscus
turns riotous.
Scores of flowers
crimson blossoms,
the lengthy stigma
dense with pollens.
The misty dawn
not bright,
yet not grey,
allows the sun to play.
The leafy stalks bow,
inadequate to bear the fecundity,
as if in obeisance to the earth,
professes a modesty untold.
Learn from this virtual glory
Man is no match to Nature,
either in benevolence
or in perseverance.
Meenas Poems 