One evening, under the jackfruit free in our college garden, staring at a few flowers at a distance, I could not resist myself from trying to narrate the beauty, strength and the being of a flower. Pure imagination, but hope you like it.
Flowered in a bough, a lily by the road,
Spreading her fragrance to a limit unknown,
Her aroma so adhesive, gravitated me more,
Circus of humming bees and drone, the clown,
Her nectar so sweet, elixir of arthopods,
Ergo her essence, the least been shown.
So the queen elegant, lured passers by,
A drunkard glared firm, amazed to the sight,
For the beauty alone, appeared to him many more,
The false desire to pluck, deserted him to fright,
And refreshed the officer of the bandit gaol,
Tired, longing to rest, returning late at night.
Came a poor soldier, energetic and so armed,
Bleeding his arms and in tatters be his dress,
His staggering legs braked on the marvel beside,
She embraced him in warmth, stole his distress,
Stared at the charm, martins in iron cage,
What noticed the gypsy, she the best actress!
Ever loved her the most, was a little babe,
Would kiss her all day, from its cradle window by,
A dawn was staged, and when fell on its sight,
Lo! Missed the beauty queen and broke its cry,
Lost in a temple or faded in a lover’s knot,
But will make her lovers’ faces pulled wry.
O! lily by the road, bade you goodbye!
(Written during the Samaritans days, this poem was recorded on 27 November 1999.)
