Aniruddha Pathak Poet Tercet

To thee, O Night Jasmine - 2

It’s not what’s outside
In life, ye tell me, Jasmine,
But only inside

That matters much more,
As many a thing in life,
What matters is core,

And ye also tell
That there’s joy in simplest things,
Plain simple’s thy spell,

Cestrum Nocturnum,
At night thy immense passion  
Spreads forth, what blossom!   
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Haiku |07.03.2025| flowers, 
Note: Night-blossoming jasmines never fail to charm me. Jasmine, they say, was a princess in paradise, in love of Sun, who thwarted her, and she threw her life and died and was born as Jasmine flower, hating Sun to love the cool silver of Moon. Ever since she spreads her fragrance only at night and falls off before dawn. One of simplest and plain looking flowers, all white, six petals, with a reddish dot in the middle, and what fascinating fragrance!

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