Night Jasmine- Tree Of Sorrow Poem by Mamta Agarwal
Night Jasmine- Tree Of Sorrow
Mild, balmy breeze,
Hauntingly fragrant
With Night Jasmine.
A small evergreen tree,
Twinkling
With ivory white flowers
In my garden,
Resplendent at night,
Like the star
Studded sky.
Before the day breaks,
The tree silently sheds
Its crowning glory
On Mother Earth’s breast.
To pay homage
In all humility.
Overcome with wonder
I find myself ponder,
As I gather the flowers
In my wicker basket
On my way to the temple.
To offer
To the deity
At the altar.
Oh, Harshingar,
Why are you
Called
The Tree of Sorrow?
Night Jasmine is called Harshingar and Paarijatta in India its
A sacred tree, grown in temples. Flowers are offered to the deity in the temples. there are many myths associated with it.
the expressions like 'hauntingly fragrant' sheding crowning glory' are really striking.. would like to know more abouts 'myths' associated with this flower.
A poem that blossomed like....night jasmine. The tone in your poems is alwasys so suitable with right notes.....dreamy....10
night jasmine....................they were earlier than us..............great flowers for great people.A + and 10.
'A small evergreen tree, Twinkling With ivory white flowers In my garden, Resplendent at night, ' Yes indeed resplendent at night. My fav flower. I rem. as a chld I had it in the backyard and in the morn we gathered them -white with orange stalks and made a necklace. Oh so fragrant we were the whole day. Lovely vivid memories you brought back to me Mamta. I love your poem +++++++++10 regards anjali
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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a good poem...striking analogy between stars and the harshingar flowers that fall out once the dawn sets in...fragrance is equated to brightness...the poetess shares the glory of the flowers hidden in darkness in a divine way...with stars of course she can collect the glory only in the basket of her mind...10