A Jasmine Bush Poem by hemu gupta

A jasmine bush at its full bloom dazzling in the moon,
creating a spell of fragrance unviewd,

Little white flowers shining in moor,
trying to move the breeze in surrounding with sounds few,

A pond with lotus leaves together in the moonlit night, whispering a
song of love to dewdrops awaited in the morning with sunshine due,

Is there any thing you buy from money can give so much asking for nothing just feeling for the nature we owe.