The Jasmine flower and  the little lady in white

 The fallen white flowers appear

On moonlit nights, like glittering pearls

Scattered across the ground so white

Its heady wet fragrance to ignite

 Nostalgic thoughts of lovely times

 The freshness of the jasmine bloom

Brings thoughts of strange desires in the maiden’s mind

Her delicate fingers pick the fallen white  flowers to string 

A bead of flowers for her hair

 The little fair damsel sweet as her smile can be

Dressed in sparkling white attire

  wears the flowers in her hair

Soon discovers its mystic powers

Or is it the little maiden’s musk?

Like the dear its fragrance  spread around in vain!

  Tossing her hair she then looks around

With kohl filled eyes, her wide eyes stares

This sets his heart to flutter in the church

 So  swiftly he aims at her golden heart.

And soon makes her his blushing bride

  In his eyes she longs to see

 The tender warmth of true love

 Be in his waiting arms

 In the  comfort of  his caring gaze

When they fleetingly meet to become but one

 The jasmine willingly adorned their nuptial bed                               

  The tender star like milky flowers

Dance in tune to the lovers’ delight

to share the new life as  man and wife

 Will soon be  knowing each one’s colors of struggle and shades of pain

A silent witness to their moment of abandonment

Quietly the flowers watch and smile

   Long after the years went by

The maiden now old, but   she yearned

For the scent of the flower and the essence of its beauty

The freshness of jasmine

Brings memories of her youth

 The caress of her lover  

 The fiery passion in their hearts

 Lingers in the longings of the lonesome lady

The joys of the carefree days a distant past

The laughter of her children ringing in her ears

But the feelings all so sweet in her mind,

 As the fragrance of the jasmine, it just stayed

 Like the jasmine one day she slipped away

Quietly falling off like the flower from the face of the earth

Beautiful she lay even though her breath bid goodbye

Even in death one should look beautiful she used to say

So on a bed of of jasmine white she lay

spread out with the whiteness of the  scented flowers

Soon her offsprings bid her good bye, “Farewell dear mother,

 My jasmine flower is now an angel in white”

           by roseline kurian