No mighty warrior am I, to comb the mountains
of Gandhamandana, gather the celestial lotuses -
the fragrant Saugandhika from the gardens of Kubera, battling Yakshas and Rakshasas, nor am
romantic enough to compose a lyrical ballad at the
sight of thousands of trumpet-shaped beauties
swaying joyfully, bidding adieu to dreary
winter as the vernal sun emerges.
Elegant pink beauties! People say.
I smell its fragrance, touch and feel
its softness. Scented with perfume,
it exudes positivity and appeals to my
palate too. Buzzing bees, flitting butterflies
and chirping birds exalt further,
enticing the prosaic mind to assert:
Perception isn’t limited to vision!
