Lalit Kishore
Feb 81 min read
Flame of the Woods Flower: A Poem
POEM In gardens green, where sunlight streams, Ixora wakes, a burst of dreams. A humble shrub, a sturdy friend, With fiery hues that never end. Each tiny bloom, a crimson spark, Four petals pressed against the dark. "Jungle Flame," the people say, "Flame of the Woods," that lights the way. In golden light, it finds its grace, A splash of red in every place. A simple joy, a vibrant hue, Ixora blooms, forever true.











