The Wild Jasmine - Poem by R.K Das
I know not where
The jasmine blooms;
Which soil caresses her roots,
What rays nourish her,
Which air swings her tender stems
And thrills her leaves.
But I know which overseas breeze
Brings her sweet fragrance
To my sandy shore.
The breeze that blows,
From her sky and forests carries
To fill my solitary cell
And the air I breathe;
That I live to compose
A couplet or two.
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