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Parijatha

Parijatha

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The gentle early morning breeze

The soothing infant sun-rays

The music of the birds

What an ambiance

For you to bloom

And depart from your home!


You are a simple beauty

Elegant in white and orange

With just the right fragrance

To awaken the divine feelings in me

Dainty, fragile, light and fresh

You gently drop on mother earth


It is a feast to see the bed of white and orange

Every morning, all over

On the green lawn or on the brown soil

Or even on the cement floor 

You only embellish the bed

 Which even an ant would not dare to disturb


As I pick you carefully

And arrange you on a string

You turn into a beautiful garland

And adorn my divine pictures

But just for a couple of hours

Maybe till the lamps, I light to keep burning


Just a few raindrops

Are enough to maim or destroy you

Delicate and pretty

You are fortunate

To be the chosen one 

A life short and sweet



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