Treasure Island

Indira Renganathan


A Flower To Auroville Mother-107


She's cool like Krishna's smile
Soothing alleviating so timely
What woe can invade the soul while
As Krishna she's here friendly
She's Vishnukranti slender sweet
Leafing her perennial favour utile
Those flowers here greet her fondly
Shying her flora azure worthwhile
Clothed her leafing clinging firmly
Hardy rooting confirming all the while

Submitted: Thursday, May 05, 2011
Edited: Thursday, May 05, 2011

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  • Mohammad Akmal Nazir (5/12/2011 12:04:00 AM)

    Nice poem. Rich in depth and imagery.
    Beautifully conceived. I rate it 10.
    Thanks for sharing.....
    Please read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2. (Report) Reply

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