LIKE this alabaster box whose art
Is frail as a cassia-flower, is my heart,
Carven with delicate dreams and wrought
With many a subtle and exquisite thought.
Therein I treasure the spice and scent
Of rich and passionate memories blent
Like odours of cinnamon, sandal and clove,
Of song and sorrow and life and love.
Sarojini, This is sweet and pleasurable and I love it, intensely! !
It seems like a poem can be addressed even to a mundane object of use.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful and heart warming. Thank you for putting the collection together. I enjoy the site thoroughly.