Mera Jasmine

 

I love it the way the flower buds lean.

Like young children leaning out of the window

Of a passing bus. 

 

I love it the way the flower buds glow in the light

Like virginal pubescent girls, eager to bloom,

Eager to love and be loved.

 

I love it, the sensuously soft petals

So smooth and tender to touch

Like the arm of one I no longer remember. 

 

All that remains, is her fragrance -

Long after the bloom and the withering

All that would remain is the fragrance

Of that flower in my memory. 

 

***** Balachandran, Trivandrum, 30.04.2020