When the starlight sparks the sky, there are certain flowers,
That fills the night time air with intoxicating powers,
And, as the cloak of evening with its darkest hue is telling,
So is the scent of jasmine and pink primrose most compelling.

When the sun has long gone down, and daylight has been spent,
They overcome the air with their mesmerizing scent,
Patiently, appealingly, they wait until the night,
And then they fascinate as they bloom with all their might.

From White Angel’s Trumpet I have taken a wise cue:
They blossom just at night time, and I blossom just for you.
So when the fall of night creeps into its midnight hour,
I will open up and become your midnight flower.

Remember as you see that the midnight hour is coming,
That to sweet perfume, with delight, you soon will be succumbing!
And as the sky is deepening to its blackest, deepest hue,
Remember that I blossom, and I blossom just for you.  

March 5, 2006

The Week of March 5, 2006      
A Prayer by Kumud Biswas  
Along the Way by Kumud Biswas 
Climbing by Dr. Uma Asopa  
Enchantment by Aurora Antonovic 
I am so Lucky! by Minal Jadhav  
It May Be ... by Shernaz Wadia
Lazy Afternoon by Aurora Antonovic 
Love at First Sight by Daniel Menezes 
Love's Snare by Kumud Biswas 
Midnight Flower by Aurora Antonovic 
Počtes Amoureux A poem in French by Aurora Antonovic
Poets in Love by Aurora Antonovic  
The Butterfly by Vasanta Athilat     
The Matrix by Dr. Silogan Pillay
The Place by Aparna Chatterjee 
The Tree of Wisdom by Michael Levy  
Things I Want to Save by Aurora Antonovic 
Three Red Scratches by Annu Chopra  
Your Love by Aurora Antonovic
Yours by Aurora Antonovic  

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