Million flowers! all around, wherever I go!
Walking ones, so articulate,
Full of art; also artful,
They shower on me sweet; and also sour.
Many adore me;
Quite some abhor me.
Many hug me;
Quite some bug me.
Many praise me;
Quite some raze me.
Each – a unique flower;
Mind you, thorn is a part of it;
For, there is also pleasure in pain.
Many involve me; some evolve me.
There is beauty in variety;
Each a variety of beauty.
Each is a jewel in my crown,
Each is strength of my throne,
Each works to energize my heart,
And each is a gift of God.
All is well!
In celebration I dwell.
All is well!
In celebration I dwell.
(Thyagaraju is a senior engineer in Bhabha Atomic Research Centre, Mumbai, India. In spite of being active in engineering field, he is a keen enthusiast in literature, sociology, spirituality and classical music. He has several papers / articles in engineering, sociology and poetry to his credit.)