A Flower To Auroville Mother-86 Poem by Indira Renganathan

A Flower To Auroville Mother-86



Canna(Canna spp.)
Wild canna(Indian Shot,
Canna indica)

How can I forget those days
That still string golden
Of your beaded persona
Be beaded around my memoir
A treasury of your seeds

Lily-like but not lily
Plantain-like but not
Pink and orange and red
Catchy flora even sprayed
Childhood friend really

And of your use profuse
Of your bright staminodia
Green sepals tri-petaled
Indeed colourful friendship
A flowery field still sparkles

Will I ever forget those days
That still string golden
Of your beaded persona
Be beaded around my memoir
A treasury of your seeds

Saturday, February 12, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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