The Night Jasmine

The dawn excited the thirsty birds, Who walk on earth and look at sky, In a blue background her sweet pink lips. Dejected at dusk, every dawn they try, An effort futile to fly and search, But a little higher everyday they fly. The melted stuff whispered goodbye, They at last succeeded in melting stones, The teen aged girl ecstatic in changes, Saw flush and blood on the harder bones, Singing, dancing, descended downwards, Made everyone naughty with her tones! During journey to the sea when she felt sleepy, Stopped in a garden of sweet white flowers, And watched a show of striping beauty, In a moonlight pond for the virgin showers, Entered through roots, too hungry and thirsty, And wind the companion with the powers, Shaken her branches with such a vigor, The night jasmines decorated her feet, White in love, orange shades of life, Look for someone and love if you meet, Scattering a message of love and life, She entered the sea with all her fleet. The silent waves vibrated everyone, One who breaths and kisses, or is kissed When earth kisses lips of a night jasmine, We all get that we always missed.