Mamta Agarwal - ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Frangipani! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Leaves like half burnt toast,
Hang from the shrivelled branches
Of Frangipani.

Come monsoon showers;
It comes to life and flowers,
Savours in delight…

Seduced by sweet scent
Moths drawn by the fragrance, flock
At night for nectar.

Do they have a clue?
It’s fruitless search for nectar;
Trick up nature's sleeve,

To help pollinate
As moths flit over flowers;
Play designated role…

Mamta Agarwal

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