Indira Renganathan


A Flower To Auroville Mother-108 - Poem by Indira Renganathan

Kathir pachai(Pogostemon patchouli)

Do you not think she's ordinary
Realised, 'll say extra-ordinary
Calm and soft in sheer simplicity
Yet in great demand of utility
Here is joining our flower group
Kathirpachai to make a floral-troup

They're busy making the garland
Kathirpachai to final knot grand
Ovate her leaves with strange scent
Forgetting earthly needs here bent
Herself stooped to a divine task
Purple-white her flowers along bask

A murmuring hush between each other
Caring deep their work for the Mother
Kathir is fastening all so proper
In right pull and tangle and order
Garland is ready with great ardor
Adorned in distinction by the Mother


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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 6, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, May 6, 2011


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