For Rajanigandha (With The Icy Jasmine Blooms) Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Who is this,
This maiden standing
With a bouquet,
A bouquet of flowers
To give?

Who,
Who this fairly tall maiden
Knocking at the door,
The door of the heart
And doing,
Going away
Into the din of the mist?

And I,
I after her departure
thinking,
thinking,
Who, who the stranger maiden
Coming and passing away as thus?

N.B In the company of flowers, dream flowers, catching our feeling and emotion.