A Flower To Auroville Mother-21

Frangipani(Plumeria, Pagoda tree, Temple tree)

Vibrant more than that water-fall
Where at Kumbakarai I met you first
Your fragrance while bewitching around all
I saw a whirling nut downfalling next

I could guess perhaps it was messaging
That you're pink and red and white
Elsewhere true to my aromatic guessing
Yet cream with curled up beauty perfect

Only the heaven-perfumer can interpret
Of what magic you're scented this much
Of what magic you sit conical upright
On a magical sappy support that much

I remember I saw countless whirling nuts
Gyrocarpus, dancing in joy aero-dramatic
Nothing but to Frangipani, your redolence
Danced to rest on your leafy roughness chick

poem by Indira Renganathan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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