Tiny Parijat blooms in the dark
Heady fragrance wafts through the air
Greens huddle to cling on to the blooms
Much like frail lashes
Hiding, holding welled up tears
Orange bright, holding a whorl white,
Delicate Parijat waits for the dawn,
to kiss the earth and mat the brown.
All it takes is a hint of wind ,a tug at heart
and shed they do..
Tell tale tears and tiny Parijat .
~Sharmila~
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