The Flower

The Flower

There I sat, on that heavenly spot

Not solitary I thought, company got,
Nature's friends, birds, breeze
Promoters of inspiring thought
To a fertile poetic heart


I saw, not afar, in the wild thicket
a fragrant flower in a vine in bloom
A nymph of the forest, I presume
or was she an embodiment of beauty
Parvathy, love of Lord Shiva
In penance who burnt to ashes
Kama the cupid who thrashes
Human hearts by due dashes
Of his flower-arrows just to rouse
the thought of lust
And break all vows at their behest.

I sprang to my feet
Walked towards her, in haste
As if hypnotised, ere long
I could reach her, that tender body
Was seen lying on bare ground
Like an offering to god, so grand.


What to do ? I stood aghast
For a while and at last
Gathering my strength, for odds
Inconsiderate and intrepid
Slowly took her in my arms
Went up to a rock and sat unalarmed


That angel of the forest, a wildflower
In all her glory and glamour
Was lying on my lap, unconscious
A potent arrowhead for Cupid's bow
Capable still of moving, righteous
A youngman, to break his vow
And fall prey to lusty love ?


Thus bewildered my mind, amid thoughts of,
Enchantments and funny pranks
Played by that dainty shy
Girl of the forest; I felt
bliss encompassing my soul,
How strong is her tenderness !
The power of tender love.

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