Treasure Island

Indira Renganathan


A Flower To Auroville Mother 24


Chamomile, (German chamomile, Matricaria chamomilla)

Of your mistaken identity for crysanthemum
Vendors local were ignorant here once
Elapsed speedy time to prize your esteem optimum
Chamomile, to feel great real of your ambiance

Of sunlike a shape Aster-grouped, you're propagated
Albeit you're in slender rising, for your strong usage
Head up seemingly energised, harrowed center prettified
Chamomile, wonder is your muti-purposive visage

Of your ilk utile occidental alone, needs it be seizable
The wared orient urging for you all-medicative, calmative
Extracted decocted to infuse in health sizable
Chamomile, a concoction of you and me..imperative

Submitted: Sunday, August 08, 2010
Edited: Tuesday, August 24, 2010

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