The glowing Champak.....
The endless season of inflorescence in my vast paradise of love
Memory, the Jasmine, where the dream of orange red Champak shine
Coral Jasmine the tree flower , your absence pricks like spine of a screw pine
Oh! what a joyous judgment ? without a trail ! for a too trifle fault of mine
Has the sky got painted in Cassandra from the palette of your cheeks ?
Fascinating and passionate chattering lips are indeed a lively digression
I crave to assort the scattered flowers to garland you in each of my lungs motion
The twinkling smile that radiates a cluster of Crape jasmine is my inspiration
Oh...Chrysanthemum can you count your own countless bracts of corolla bell.
Like a magnet that pulls the iron with its immeasurable varied magnetic pull
The glowing face like a yellow Rose mallow that blossoms at dawn
The confused butterflies for ever drawn towards your smiling deception
As mysterious as an Oleander which seals its secrets never to unravel
Should I dance and perform the ritual of drawing the attention from you ?
Are you the flower Skean that haunts and taunts with its divine fragrance
Me, Forever, mesmerised in an immortal dream, resting on your own bosom...