Atlast I Found Her

Which is not divine on this earth Flora, fauna, you, me they, this earth And all..which is not divine? My quest for divinity goes on This time extended northwards To tell you 'atlast I found her' She is the Krishna kireetam To be adorned by Him fitly As she looks like a godly crown Also she looks like the temple lamp Lighted wicks arrayed in pyramid-steps She is so made to glow divine Though otherwise lovely in white, cream, red Gorgeous, stunning and scenic she is in orange.. When I met her she was an orange-hostess She treated my vision up from her green thicket Lushly foliage flashing her grace On my heart and mind and soul...just abluted It was my blessed season of that godly flower 'Pagoda' with tiered pyramidal clusters was granting Steepled blessings and boons she gifted readily But not done with that I was still in need On my asking she got on board with me back For ever to enshrine her in my poetry here Note: Pagoda Flower: Clerodendrum paniculatum Tamil: Krishna Kireetam