The exotic flower,
Do I not know your name?
It was uttered in the Indus long ago,
even before you and I were born.
I know the garden
where you are born each day
and live through the night.
Do I not know how your fragrance spreads
and do I not let you haunt
my night and day and keep awake
to trail your path from budding to blooming
and from there to wilt and drop?
My priest in the wilderness,
I trust you my ecstasy , my remorse.
I trust your heart like a deepest vault,
the keeper of the story of my life
Image Courtesy : Latif Z
Do I not know your name?
It was uttered in the Indus long ago,
even before you and I were born.
I know the garden
where you are born each day
and live through the night.
Do I not know how your fragrance spreads
and do I not let you haunt
my night and day and keep awake
to trail your path from budding to blooming
and from there to wilt and drop?
My priest in the wilderness,
I trust you my ecstasy , my remorse.
I trust your heart like a deepest vault,
the keeper of the story of my life
Image Courtesy : Latif Z
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