Indira Renganathan


A Flower To Auroville Mother 28 - Poem by Indira Renganathan

Kodi sampangi, (chambangi, Telosma minor,
Telosma cordata)

Yellow-green pale in subdued hidden silence
Sparse and scarce and slack you're this day
Of mechanised life moulded of machines, mindless
Man to remind and commend you to world of today
Yet of your fragrance divine in evening bloom
A rare beatitude hued creamy in dulcet nightfall
Leafing hearts supporting along the vine as you groom
Bewitched people some treasure you in closer hearts
Salient, sanative cupped perfume uncupped you spray
In grip of a hardy trunk as you blossom in clusters
Of culinary exotica too, Telosma, what else than 'Hurray...Hurray'


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 14, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 14, 2015


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