Franjipani Poem by Soumi Mukhopadhyay

There she stands,
Strong erect, has strength to withstand.
Long, hectic, splendid years must has passed,
There she is, in a lei of faded colours wrapped around the past.
She had the fragrance, she had the beauty,
The cluster of propeller shaped with a tint yellow in mid, it used to stand.
From dusk to dawn,
Her fragrances soothes them all.
There she is,
Challenges to bear it all.
White, yellow, pink, red,
Any colour you chose,
With fleshy, long leather hands in cluster it holds.
She was long, thick, sometimes with a pointed hook may be.
She has witnessedpast to present, and future madness in front of it.
There she stands,
Now alone, aged and rugged in worst,
Green to brown,
Her journey is a journal in a whole.
She must have been a beauty with a poisonous milky sap,
She is welcoming yet connected to immortals and spirituality in all.
She had a colour of a frail of a new moon, fragrance that can sooth the soul.
She is found in the lap of god,
She removes darkness with its white colour from the soul.
There she stands,
Witnessing the history,
In between the ruins,
A lonely planet,
With its brown head up high,
She is now a part of history.
Over a century may be,
She is the
Frangipani tree
In the lap of Hampi ruins,
Witnessingthe changes.