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Parijaat
What a pleasant surprise! I see
Parijaat flowers spilled on the pavement,
And the nondescript tree smiling nearby
With one or two flowers loosely linked to it,
As I do my usual morning walk
In the Bandra-Kurla area, which houses
The International Finance and Business Centre
Of Mumbai city on West coast of India.
The flowers are small with six white petals,
Twirled clock-wise, and very tender;
Each supported by a glowing orange stalk
They have a centre dot of orange again,
Merging into a bright yellow rim around.
Above all, it is the fragrance I love best,
Unique, no perfumery has yet captured it;
Exotic and intoxicating, and no wonder
Our ancient rishis hailed it the flower
Blossoming in the gardens of Heaven.
I wonder whether it is ‘aniccham’ flower
Thiruvalluvar the ancient Tamil poet
Wrote about in his two-line couplet the kural,
“It is so tender and sensitive it withers when
One merely smells it.”
poem
by
Daniel Trevelyn Joseph
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