Queen of the Night
Alas - The white blossom I had considered The sacred Brahma Kamal Turned out to be something else – Not a Himalayan wonder But a Mesoamerican plant Now it makes sense – The rubbery leaves like cactus The resilience to grow Whereas the treasure I seek – Does it grow out of grace Wherever glacial purity Inspires a wizened land? Its blossom though Is a wonder too – pure white Peeping behind emerald leaves And just as rare – A visitor of a single night Miss-me-and-I-have-gone Far beyond human eyes Perhaps, it is this rarity That turns Queen to God Asking its subjects To be worthy of something more; But no, they are not the same And I dismayed Have lost a piece of Himalayan dream Where from the high altitudes The white lotus Comes to me, carrying Memories of the mountains Where Brahma-loka meets Kailash In blinding white Faraway from this earth of red But as I gaze, it whispers with the breeze It’s a blessing, don’t you see? For you need to pick your...
