Not even the sun's seeped past the neem 'n peepal,
To press saffron-sighs 'pon sleepy pink pleats lest-
They shy to lily-lagoons bowing 'fore their temple,
See, the lotus flower stays hidden in the forest...

You've to love every leaf to the autumn ochre 'low,
And spite Kama's call to seize the flower and swallow...

{Men've sawed the century-old evergreens just to devour,}
May the Goddess strike suffering upon such scum.
{The...