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
poem by Indira Renganathan
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I canna leave the auld folk now.
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For when I sit apart,
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It well nigh breaks my heart.
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It surely winna be;
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-78
Rangoon Creeper(Quisqualis indica)
A sudden sprout and you grow
Up my mind-walls so intent
Clamping my memoir to blow
To my vision a vista distant
In the childhood street mine
At the sixth porch opposite
White to pink to red blooms
Pendulous trumpets you there
Who's it? my curiosity asked
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Five lobed On hardy wood held
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If I canna do't by might, I'll do't by sleight.
He that wants content canna sit easy in his chair.
It is a silly hen that canna scrape for ae bird.
A man canna wive and thrive in the same year.