Garden Queen Poem by Ratnakar Rout

What a short spell of life
It lives
A night only
The snow-white tiny petals
Enriched with enticed
Sweet fragrance
Fill up hearts of many with joy.
It never bothers
How long it lives?
But keeps on serving many
That is my garden queen
The beautiful lovely Jasmine
The lovely aroma
Through the window panes
Divest my attention
And I am caught often at the sight
When it dances in tunes of the breeze
Spreading the sweet fragrance all around
Tosses its head left and right
Jumps a little up and down
And looks nice
It enlivens in me
The memories are imprinted
And engraved nicely
Like the dancing girls
On the colossus stonewalls of Konark.
Life has some moments ahead
Living has an uncertain tenure
Survival is interwoven with the time.
Matters littleLife is long or short
Matters what
Life is meaningful or not?