The Australian Plant and Other Poems - Paperback

by K. G. Balakrishnan (Author)

I don't know its name; For, in Darwin, am alien; Still we have become friends; It soothes me with celestial coolness; Its sprout, leaf, the bluish flower; Quiet new to me the foreigner. I wonder, it identified me; As a fellow being and we; Yes "we"; are now the one; Perpetuating the ultimate One We have no religion; Cast creed or region; We the cute creation; Not by a creator; But by the swirling passion I think it knows; me the poet; For we interact pleasing quiet; It does offer me the breath sweet; Scenting the thought; -Disinfecting the hypocrite.