Marigold

“It does not matter if you are a rose or a lotus or a marigold. What matters is you are flowering.” Rajnesh Placed 10th in: Admire a Summer Flower Poetry Contest Sponsored by Jay Narain Marigold. Marigold in pure saffron hue Blooming in soft summer season, How with perfume and beauty true You gild my green garden, beckon From afar bees to suck nectar From the sweetness of your petals, Rouse my delight and my pleasure While butterflies on you settle. I gaze at your beauty for hours, Inhale your seasoned spicy scent When you`re drenched in a mild shower Or wave at me without repent With stirs of the sweet southern breeze; No flower mate will match your grace: You propagate with so much ease That you for ever I`ll embrace. With full majesty as a queen You adorn the vase in my room, Perfuse loveliness through the scene And at dusk dissipate dark gloom; When light`s on, you shine with brilliance With charming petals reflecting Elegance of your radiance And gracefulness of your living. You are the jewel of my heart To garnish shrine of my deities And as garlands for them apart, So much I relish your beauty: After the last breath I shall heave I would long for your wreath, marigold, By my side for your scent to breathe And to silence my sincere soul.