Poovarasampoo (Indian tulip tree, Portia tree
Thespesia populnea)
Who decreed that you're the king
Deny but would I say the queen
Lissome petals yours for flimsy fluttering
Crumple even in gentle breeze pretty as seen
So motherly your maroon eye much beckoning
While crooning, bole of your medicinal gene
Fissured trunk patterns for a rhythmic drumming
Leafy hearts shaping up a supportive scene
Who decreed that you're the king..Poovarasu
Deny but would I say the queen..Poovarasi
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I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful so informative, poetic expression in Botanical spray dear madam...10