A Flower To Auroville Mother 26

Poovarasampoo (Indian tulip tree, Portia tree
Thespesia populnea)

Who decreed that you're the king
Deny but would I say the queen
Lissome petals yours for flimsy fluttering
Crumpled even in gentle breeze but to preen
So motherly your maroon eye much beckoning
Crooning while bole of your medicinal gene
Tripping patterns of a rhythmic drumming
Leafy hearts shaping up a supportive scene
Who decreed that you're the king..Poovarasu
Deny but would I say the queen..Poovarasi

poem by Indira Renganathan
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