A Flower To Auroville Mother-93 Poem by Indira Renganathan

African tulip tree(Spathodea campanulata)


You're not special dear
For I needn't go, search
Far wide for your flower
As streets have so much
Making me exclaim high..
Your sky-high warty bole
Massed leaves kissing sky
Tipped with buddy tickle
Dutiful distal branches
When declaring your time
Your scarlet florescence
Deep throated all chime
Just into my awed mouth
To fall up to my wonder
All routine on your earth..
You're not special so dear