I Met Sugandha

As I wander leisurely here and there Sometimes I exceed and go more One such instance I met her there Just as a somebody to me Bright like mid-day sun she was white But cool like a silvery moon There in a bush subdued amid leaves Like a piece of flowery cloud My inquisitive nose got stretched to her For I felt leered at then It was her silent splash of scent Unsurpassably perfuming cordially inviting to her Unusually for the first time I felt The invisible Supreme touching my soul I guessed her name must be weird A name that belongs to heaven Unthinkably an angel highly fragrant and divine Perfectly shaped of a glossy green A spirit of providence descended it seemed I wanted to know her name I enquired here and there and all None seemed to know except one A lady from kerala told me 'Sugandharajan' Funny it sounded and I retorted 'No, no, must be Sugandha' I said But that lady stressed on Sugandharajan How can a flower have male's name Confused I stressed again on 'Sugandha' That lady Wouldn't agree.I should but I turned to the flower now She(he?) had gone yellow looking fatigued Still scenting on a thoughtful fading May be a Gandharva from the skies Waiting on earth for his princess? Might possibly be drawn to his fragrance That she falls for his love? (Sugandharajan: Gardenia, Cape jasmine)