683. A Wild Jasmine 251209 - Poem by Raman Savithiri
Like a wild jasmine in deep wood
My poems blossom from pensive mood
Like the petals draw out to sun rays
My thoughts turn into patterns by Your grace
No one notices its beauty
No one smells its fragrance
Away from mad human race
Jasmine has its merry dance
Wind alone knows its scent
Sun kisses; in Love a day is spent!
In longing for You my life went!
Next day the petals are scattered down
To make manure for forthcoming jasmine then
After my death, if my rhymes
Ignite a longing in another heart
My life is not mere waste
It’s manure for next jasmine!
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