When the poetess sees orange coloured stalks of flower Prajakta, she feels that these stalks are like lips. She feels that these lips(stalks) are showering alphabets and words. She says that, her hands are full of these flowers.

हे देठ केशरी प्राजक्ताचे फुलले
जणु ओठ कुणाचे हळवे ओले हसले
अक्षरे बरसली झिमझिम ओठांमधुनी
अन शब्दफुलांनी झेले माझे भरले