Every time I watch
A bunch of Rajnigandha
In the florist’s shop,
In a bouquet or elsewhere…
Its elegant white flowers
Subtle and sublime fragrance
Triggers your memories
And a sad and nostalgic me
Keeps pondering in heart
Often for hours and days…
In our relationship
What went wrong?
Why I remained so static
And unable in taking initiative
To sustain and oxygenate
Our love and friendship lifelong?
