Lilium

This is a seasonal flower; blooms late

Orange colour; under our window sill,

Not so famous; I made it worth mention

Left the cosy bed and eagerly flanked open

The windowpane, glass rimmed, I saw

The visibility blurred in the half-open dawn

Its visuality filled my mind as in a fane!

Sanctified me the very sight with grace

Seemed to be innocent and breathed out

The sweet fragrance intoxicated me

Its colour and beauty soothed and smoothed

The weeded kitchen garden on the backyard

Born as if it swept away the grief and guile

The vase antiqued but glimmered in the slot,

My flighty heart sank in its daily beauty

The wind was artless in its celibacy

The worldly toils ended into a consolation

The artistry gave in the psalm of praise out

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