I find two pairs of flowers
glimmering. The bright red pair.
look shiny and provoking
like a lipstick worn lass.
The soft rose ones demure and rich
carry an elegance, lady like
Adoring both the pairs I watch
my gardener Krishna, plucking
flowers of varied colours,
he gets near the hibiscus
stops, hearing me scream,
” No, No, Krishna, leave them”,
Obedient as always, he places the
the basket of flowers in the Puja
Hibiscus are saved of life, only
to wither the next morn,
In their place new ones
blossom. Nature demonstrates
the phenomenon of creation
and its values,
emphasizing the theory
the old order gives way
to the new. to live
is to die.
Meenas Poems 