A Speck of Perfection
Tiny grass flowers
Stand tall despite showers-
Golden specks with will power.
Blades so tender
Delicate and slender,
In total surrender.
Like a disarming child-
Little wayward and wild,
As well as mild.
My eyes intent
Wonder struck, reflect
Study and introspect-
Even in seemingly frail,
His eye for detail
And perfection, prevails.
Flowers emanation
Of His aspiration,
Fills me with exhilaration.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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