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.


By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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