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

Leaves like half burnt toast, <br />Hang from the shrivelled branches <br />Of Frangipani. <br /> <br />Come monsoon showers; <br />It comes to life and flowers, <br />Savours in delight… <br /> <br />Seduced by sweet scent <br />Moths drawn by the fragrance, flock <br />At night for nectar. <br /> <br />Do they have a clue? <br />It’s fruitless search for nectar; <br />Trick up nature's sleeve, <br /> <br />To help pollinate <br />As moths flit over flowers; <br />Play designated role…<br /><br />Mamta Agarwal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/frangipani/