The Magic Poem by Preeth Nambiar
The Magic
Tell me O gardener, what is this magic
Of branches gloomy and naked yesterday,
Yet bearing magnificent blooms today!
Watch the arms bearing heavenly buds
With petals divine, mystic and vibrant
Being offered to the blues of distant skies!
O gardener, whisper onto my ears deep,
The magic of these majestic blossoms,
To be withered onto the dusty earth
(c) Preeth Nambiar
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