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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.
Flower Of The Desert.
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 Flower Called Ramar Pichi
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.
It is Silence
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.