A Flower To Auroville Mother 29 Poem by Indira Renganathan

Nagalinga Poo(Cannon Ball Tree, Couroupita guianensis)

Rare you look with protecting serpent multi-tongued
With your leaves serratein secret guarding
With your fruits in unkempt dangling steadied
With your bold bole outspread in eyeful watching...

All for what oh, perianth pink and red and yellow
Ah, that secret of a cosmic whorl around an axis
In your salving heart so moist centered to glow
Yes, yes Nagalinga, Shiva..Truth of vast cosmos..

And no wonder you're the flower for the Lord
Scented from the providence special and ritual
Soft and soothing lofty for heart and mind
And all surrender, no wonder to you so habitual