The Enchanted Flower

The Enchanted Flower

 

There was a floret 

Floating in a murky pond,

Like an enchantress it stood

Fastened on a wand.

It burst open with bliss splendor,

When first ray of light fell

Kissing its petals tender.

 

On sweltering summer days

Radiating its glory without sigh,

Spreading its radiance,

It floated under blazing sky.

Shallow water simmered

As torridity led, all took shelter in shade,

But the enchanted flower skimmed

On its oval jade.

 

Thy beauty… O! Enchantress

Cannot be deciphered by all

Being detached, your buds bloom.

You blossom, rising above gloom.

 

O! Venerated floret of divine,

With Lakshmi, Durga ‘n’ Saraswati thou twine.

Brahma’s seat thou are,

The one with acumen without par.

 

When opens thousand petals in a heart pure,

All sins and karmas are purged for sure.

 

Shristee Singh 

 

 

Authors comment on the poem

 

The poem is about the glorification of the divine flower Lotus. It brings out its beauty and journey from being present in dirty water to being the Divine seat of the realms of gods and goddesses. The last part describes how a heart flowers like a lotus when doing yogic practices with austerity. Once a heart blossoms of anyone who is an ascetic, its charm is with that consciousness forever.

 

‘Through fervor austerity, thou bloom in hearts.

From ascetic, thy charm never departs!’

(Since there was a limitation for the number of lines I included the last two lines that concludes the poem in the authors comment.)