Parijatha
Parijatha
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