Champa

Brimming with memories old In its light golden look What a scent, please behold There beside the rippling brook We call it golden champa The smell relaxing and inspiring Champa-necklace would wear Radha When with Krishna she is dancing In our lyrics of three thousand years Champa finds a thousand mention Sometimes in smile and then in tears With Champa many a lovely session With us it's now rainy season Lovely Champa silk-clad We savour the smell and stay to listen The toop, toop, music sad ______________________________________________________________ Note:(1) Champa – A small, light gold coloured, a little longish, and intensely fragrant Indian flower. It is a common Indian name of girls too on obvious grounds. (2) Radha, the female figure and Krishna, the male deity are mythological lovers steeped in divine romancing. Thousands of years old and still very much current romantic literature dealing with their love is an Indian asset. (3) What you say in English ‘Pitter-pattered’, in Bengali we say ‘toop, toop’. Imagine the rains falling on a tin or concrete or leafy surface and feel the lyric in toop, toop.