A Flower To Auroville Mother-72 Poem by Indira Renganathan

A Flower To Auroville Mother-72



Hosta(August lily, Hosta spp.)


See, fate sometimes fools us
So was I inmood shirky
Opining of not noteworthy
You Hosta, as one among those

But fate turned to be wise
Dashed me a fragrance august
When on a casual morn-rise
I was surprised totally aghast

You lilylike flower Hosta
Perennial from corms varied
Lanceolate or ovate leaves
Sizable, all I wonder 'o', aha'

Pendulous on panicle erect
In divine white tepals six
You're ever an angel perfect
Special scent when you mix

Friday, January 21, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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