A rare flower,
That blooms on trees,
At a height well above the ground
Tantalising flowers of fine fragrance,
Attracting the earth to look up with awe,
Tempting the breeze to stop by
And carry the scent far and beyond.
She is Magnolia Champaca
This sweet flower exotica is
Adorned by the beautiful Radhika-
The romantic love of Lord Krishna!
The Indian Poets sing the praises of
The ‘Swarna Champa' or ‘Son Champa',
The golden yellow flower of perfume.
Radhika is ‘Janani'
The Mother Goddess!
The most adored Radhika,
The Goddess of pure love,
The sweet heart of the divine Flute Player.
When Radhika adorns the Champaka
Even the Bees do not hover around the flowers.
The Bees respect the Champaka
For she is their Goddess;
They do not fly up the tree,
Nor disturb these royal flowers,
Never touch her or trouble her.
They just breathe in the fragrance
And enjoy the beauty with reverence.
(1) First of all I wish to thank you for the Notes introducing us to an unusual auto-rickshaw driver happened to be a poet. That he inspired you to write this poem about 'The Champaka Flower' speaks volumes about you as a great human being, Geeta ji, before being a poet extraordinaire or anything else.
Again, you share a lovely story with us- I can almost breath in the melodious scent of the Champaka flowers, giving such a taste of exotic life filled with poetry and perfume. Magnificent poem telling of secrets of the Champaka and all blessed under Radhika. I so much enjoyed the poem and the fabulous story of the poet.
Just like the Magnolia, beetles are the real pollinators.. What a delightful poem showing high skill as a poetess. Thank you for commenting on my poems. I really look forward to them.
Such a lively poem on one of my favourite flower Champaka wherein through the poem er can feel the vibrant fragrance in its absence too. The poet Dr. Geeta has also corelated this flower to Radha krishna. Thsnks for another great poem. No words to describe.
Indeed Champak flowers have a heady fragrance...! It can be enjoyed even from a distance! The smell reaches our nostrils with every passing breeze! We had a big Champak tree in my ancestral house! This tree had thick leaves and nice foliage. As children we used to sit in its shade and play! Your beautiful poem has revived all those sweet memories in me! Thank you Geeta for sharing!
Tantalising flowers! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, you're right. I agree with what you say in the last stanza of your beautiful poem. In fact I've written a poem on this theme, but can't recall its title, nor lay my finger on it.
Please try to find out the poem on this theme and share the same with us. Thanks.