Mumbai emerging from a fake winter, warming up , and spring makes itself felt in the lovely rose blossoms that appear on the myriad balconies in myriad flats in Mumbai.
Blogger friend Magiceye posted this photo of those he discovered, blooming in his balcony.
And I noticed something else in the photo....:-)
They stand,
sculpted,
blood red,
in layers,
wrapped around themselves,
just so
amidst the green
and tall...
While the younger ones,
ideally draped
not a fold out of place,
redolent with thorny security,
qualify for Miss India,
she ,
the red saree
in tired folds around her
slightly concerned shoulder
opens up her arms wide
in front,
to hold
all her own
close to her
despite their thorns in life....
She's Mother India.
sculpted,
blood red,
in layers,
wrapped around themselves,
just so
amidst the green
and tall...
While the younger ones,
ideally draped
not a fold out of place,
redolent with thorny security,
qualify for Miss India,
she ,
the red saree
in tired folds around her
slightly concerned shoulder
opens up her arms wide
in front,
to hold
all her own
close to her
despite their thorns in life....
She's Mother India.
Beautiful lines. Came here via Deepakji's FB entry.
ReplyDeleteIndrani, Thank you and welcome to the blog ! The photos are so wonderful !
DeleteBrilliant again Suranga!!
ReplyDeleteThis picture is from a garden in Madhya Pradesh. Wish I had it in my balcony!
:-) Thank you ! Its OK. We will imagine it is in your balcony :-))
DeleteAwe ..that concerned shoulder. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful picture and lovely words, Suranga!
ReplyDeleteSuch gorgeous flowers and beautiful words as always!
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