Parijatham

A habit of harvesting happiness In the wintry dawn Gathering the unfettered soul-feasting White aroma, thousandfold of a celestial ambrosia The queen of the night hath shed medicative.. I remember Parijatham tree, our agraharam-house bore The fragrant rear- yard youthfully carpeted with When shaken the blest me with its flowery drizzles Then to make garlands with my sister Heady fragrance routine, Perumal garlanded us Hundred years old in my heart Grew Parijatham passed by Grand-pa, pappa, mine years inclusive This fecund tree, my heart's child A poetry of aurora Its coral-tubed creamy whites On the way-side out while dropping Reminds me of Sathyabama enraged Her tree on Rukmini's court when showered Inside bred, wayside spread In and out picking as busy I'm Burping, signals the porch.. My husband! Ah, neither Satyabama nor Rukmini I'm But Yashoda Blowing out the sandy sorrow Thrusted in the legend of this divine tree.. 'Risen out of a sunned woman's love-ashes Fading out on vengeful sunny sorrow.. ' My determination disbelieving.. I'm for my pooja ready to string up This ambrosial Parijatham All for my sweet little Lord Krishna