Kanchanar

It is almost the end February And March is yet to come shortly And by the way in between You can see, come to feel and mark The aura and aroma Of the Kanchanar blooms, Bright pink and white-coloured And speckled, But sweetly-scented Fragrancing the ways All through the night So sparkling in hue, dazzling with Brilliant colour matching, Bright pink and white and speckled. The flower buds hanging onto Blooming in clusters at twig ends Looking lovelier and beautiful And attractive and pleasing to the eyes So radiant and sparkling With a halo of their own Bedecking the skies And the pathway So lustrous and luscious Lifting to the world of Fancy and imagination, Kanchanar, the kanchanar buds So bright pink and white and speckled.