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Saturday, March 28, 2009

LEGACY OF FLOWER


Salutation to mother, she is!
Myriad and sublime she is!
All grace and beauty she is!
Ecstasy of joy and love she is!
Target of legions of brutish bee hordes,
Envious winds feel her and go,
Arrogant she stood eyes never low.

Its not ferns, but of petals
That I talk about.
Its not thorns and leaves, but of colors
Those eyes feel sound.
Its not tweeds and twigs, but of flowers
That I have found.
After all this splendid show
Her transient life is what I saw
Desirous Sun took her shades away,
Nasty and unkind wind made her sway,
Crushed by some on their way.

Bright and elegant on the first ray
Proud and mighty all mid-day
Dull and panting by evening light
Broke and naked in the night
It’s her life’s plight
Yet she doesn’t fight
Humbly accepts the laconic life
Leaves a legacy for others behind.
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