To The Blossomed Beauty Poem by SATANICK MUKHUTY

When did you bloom?
My heart longs to know.

Was it then
When moon was lit

And lotus adorned
The dirty pit?

Or then was it
When lilies scented
The reeking street

And kissed winter
The scorching heat?

Say, O beautiful,
When did you bloom?

Was it not the dusk,
When on running river
Wept the drooping sun?

Or was it the dawn
When from over shrouded peaks
white with mists
Smiled fair sky
A rainbow smile.

Thus wonder I, O beautiful
When did you bloom?