Mahua flower-on Her Brown Lap
You in delight
In skin of soft yellowish white
With a drop of nectar sweet
On the hot bed you rest
Listening to the call of jungle from tiny nest
Ready to enter into the bamboo basket
Making a joyful gain of the chirping dawn,
When the shadow of darkness is about to run.
What a joy under the sun
With wild aroma and flavour born!
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