A Flower To Auroville Mother-41 Poem by Indira Renganathan

Bottle brush(Callistemon viminalis,
Callistemon salignus)

To me They're all from heaven
The celestials' hair tassels
Or panache used and thrown

Here to grow in treed elegance
Sunny from base hale and moist
To lush inviting florescence

A squad of flowers shaped brushy
Filaments of red or creamy white
Pregnant with pollen strengthy

Forming round and woody fruits
Timely to blast along the bark
Scented Leaves and all that suits

Bottlebrush to host for the bees
Birds while waltzing circling
Competing honey-sucking insects

Chucking picking-plucking folks
Their work for art and decor
Away to pursue with their works