A Flower To Auroville Mother-48 Poem by Indira Renganathan

Golden Trumpet Vine(Allamanda Vine
Allamanda cathartica)
Bush Allamanda(Oleander-Leaved Allamanda
Allamanda neriifolia)

All that ye possess is just simplicity
Simply the yellow bright like sun light
Lighting around to show cluttered leaves
Leafing out ye upon a rubbish atrocity

'Atrocious! , ye try to trumpet to all
All but don't hear your tongueless voice
Voicing with hidden stamens somewhere ajar
Ajar your heart..raging against shed leaves of yours

Yours, a scentless beauty though, lot useful
Useful curative cleansing body and mind
Mind, as with all other flowers that bloom
Blooming Lord minds much for pooja golden Allamanda

Allamanda, mostly the whole year you blossom
Blossoms fresh to freshen our days hopeful
Hopeful with your leaves bright in green
Green leaves when fall faded they rustle

Rustle to show as in the wind move
Moving another yellow bloom, a small trumpet
Trumpet shaped in yelow from a bushy vine
Vine that somewhat resembles you Golden Allamanda

Allamanda, variously a purple supple
Supple and shrubby trumpet blooms in clusters
Clusters of your cousin flowers binding all hearts
Hearts at the Lord's feet with ye alone Allamanda