She sprouts
From a womb of mercy
Growing green
Flavoured seasonal
To changing colours
She is the queen
Magnified in multiple shade
Who supports whom...
She thinks she
Fluttering in breezy sway
Firm in stormy affray
Her day-bent
In unaware moment
Finally when hits her cling
Hopeful her lofty silence
Leaves atlast rustling
Upon her mother's haven
Indira Renganathan
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