I greet aloud with a namaskar,
my lips unfurl a dainty smile.
eyes glow with love,
The garden competes with my posture
red and white dahlias stand tall, encharm.
an outburst of colourful brilliance.
Rains challenge my generosity
They pour every evening, not mad.
enriching and enhancing the soil
My hands unknowingly fold,
head voluntarily bows, I go about
whispering a namaskar.
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Meenas Poems 