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The Tell Tale Of A Flower,
Great be the tell tale of a flower
the flower I saw yesterday
so beautiful and lay in a tower
held its head in pride all the day.
Great be the tell tale of a flower
the flower I see today
so withered and needs a shower
falls down dry and dead during the day.
Great be the tell tale of a flower
the same flower on both the days
depict the different phases in a hover
the grace and the sag seen in the days.
Great be the tell tale of a flower
the flower seems to tell us
the triumph and defeat of power
in terms simple almost in a buzz.
The Little White Flower
The little white flower
tiny and pure in colour
fragrant in odour
grown in my garden
the flowers are densely laden
buds innumerable in a bound
know not which abound
the leaf all green and shiny
dwarfed by the flower’s beauty
seem to be sullen and quiet
the buds shoot out in a cluster
illumine the environ with a luster
an aroma spreads all over
makes one to step out and hover
a breathe in and out could favour
the lungs with a great ease
while the nose inhales the fresh lease
the rejuvenation of the system is on the go
a pleasure of a magnitude to all around
a treasure of great dimension to the surround
the tiny flower known as Jasmine to the world
better known as “Madurai Malli” in Tamil words.
With water I bloom
without water I blossom
I remain green whatsoever
always fresh however
could be my strength in a way
be my weakness in ways
I go untended all the time
yet I keep myself in prime
could be my quality good
could be my quality bad
I am a paradox all the more
I have been so from yore
who am I? you would have guessed
The flowers white with red stripes light
bloom with fragrance every night
could I say for most in the evening
spread an aroma around almost stunning
the smell enters the nostrils
keeps us in a trance with its fill
the flower is not huge in shape
very thin and fragile, soft and slim
a joy to twine them together
make a garland to God or rather
tie them into a bouquet small
put them on the head carefully as not to fall
the way every Indian woman wears
The Theory Of Possibility
A drizzle in drips
held me in a grip
mind you the flower like
captivated an iron like
that too happens in a jolt
unexpected comes from the bolt
the petite girl pretty and mild
win over the man huge and wild
the heart firm and resolute
extends compassion absolute
the theory of possibility as seen
seems not very keen
fumbles with a slip and fall
differs from the writing on the wall.
lush and pleasant
flower beds in a crescent
a brook with clear waters found
lies there a suburb with an abound
a population very decent
clean and clear is the environment
all convenience great and sound
all be so with a rhythm and rhyme
yet there lacks a charisma
could not be explained in the ordinary
the silence occupies the prime
appears like an unobtrusive enigma
where life assumes a slot not primary.
The Dainty Flower
It is a dainty flower
lovely and tender
gay it looks
beside a brook
being very small
it looks not tall
catches the eye
crucially with a sigh
not one of heave
but of sieve
goes into the heart
strikes with a start
transcends into peace
joins together all pieces
of the mind and thought
to a totality found anew
Indeed! a genuine renew.
Through The Lens
Honey Being Sweet.
Honey is sweet everyone knows
it is also slightly bitter many do not know
depending on the source of the collection
everyone should know.
The bees go round the garden
be that of any field for that matter
selecting the best possible resource
setting about with an indulgence.
Sitting on the flower blooming fully well
protruding well ahead from the stalk
the buzzing bees settle strongly on them
pulling out the maximum from the pollens.
The busy bees do go above the branches
that come out of the fruit trees
invariably mango, neem and tamarind
that grow in abundance in the tropics.
The honey from these trees
have a tinge of bitterness and sourness
that which being natural in the fruits they bear
having a potential medicinal value.
The honey that being gathered
get deposited in the racks made by man and nature
where the Queen bee does the extraction
while the honey starts dripping.
The story of honey related the task
that being not sweet as it tastes
quite exasperating as it is seen
yet serving mankind with good cash and kind.
Honey being a word referring to sweet heart
the sweetness ascribed to it comes after a task
an analogy crosses the mind know not why
that true love too comes after serious deliberation.