Indira Renganathan


A Flower To Auroville Mother 25 - Poem by Indira Renganathan

Kozhakkattai Mandarai(Yellow Orchid Tree, St. Thomas Tree, Yellow Bell,
Bauhinia tomentosa)

Very much unassuming an appearance..
Sometimes plain, sometimes black throated
Plausibly to threaten a disturbance
Insects, birds when circling hunger bloated

Mandarai, but your golden smile bright
As that of sun around, why then you droop
Indicative, medicative for sore throat
Like Shiva your blackened throat, why then stoop

Ah, your bilobed leafy claps acknowledge
While humming granny grinding chutney of them
You are how much purposeful without wastage
How much useful is your adorable optimum

So, you're my pooja flower Mandarai
Soul linking me right spacewise
Soaring me to celestials to go high
Sure you're handy in every my utterance


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 26, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 9, 2013


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