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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.


- Anuj Nair



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Taken on December 28, 2008