Champaka flower

You pluck champaka from hair
As the hair becomes a woman.

A body of a woman is memory
Of champaka flower on pillow.

Body turns a champaka in tree
That you pluck in God’s hilly air

Where breeze performs dance
In a fragrant champaka branch

As flowers wear colour of dawn
After rain in the champaka tree.

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