Tuesday, March 10, 2015


(249)  Tomari asa patha

Your arrival path—
I am watching that.
You haven't heard my story;
Here, You did not yet reach.

Today, my heart
Is like a monsoon screwpine flower.[1]
My fragrance dissipates;
Desolate, I kiss the air.

My fragrance floats
Around the world, across the sky.
The pain of fallen pollen—
Will You not hear that tale, oh Lord?

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1 comment:

  1. A bittersweet lament... the pangs of separation beautifully likened to the plight of the male screwpine flower.