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Marigold
“It does not matter if you are a rose or a lotus or a marigold. What matters is you are flowering.” Rajnesh
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.
Copyright ©
Krishnanand Guptar
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