The yearly flower show
an annual attraction
when people from the plains
gather in the hills
Ooty, an endearing town,
in the Western ghats,
has a royal salutation,
Queen Of Hill Stations.
activates a diaspora
where colours exude
pastel, dark, soft, green
as a canvas.
Those who see buildings,
concrete structures, find
the scenario enchanting,
the very beauty intoxicating
This year the exuberance
goes unwatched, unsung
as enforced lockdowns
restrict travel and gathering.
Financials go abegging.
Tourism takes a back step.
The Queen, in the middle
of trees and flowers, nestles
in solitude.
Meenas Poems 