On a hilltop above, where the wind is chill -
came darting an aroma, one could feel.
A lush garden on the bungalow's east -
was a kingly treat, nature's heavenly feast.
Starry jasmines - gardener's pride and boast,
adorning pristine hillside like a sandy coast.
Its enchanting fragrance, brings a lull,
on topsy waves, a sailing ship's silent hull.
Its charm, stirs passion, draws me near -
pulling me towards it as the fog clear.
The beauty of a lass, who knew no urges -
whose romance in the hearth of passion forges.
The fragrant pull drew me close, a deep -
intoxication where from the scent flows.
Oh! Pranced in joy, the child in me!
I couldn't hold but expressed my glee.
Coyly, in view bloom of those jasmines lie -
here on the hilltop calm, where eagles fly.
PRASENJIT©1997-2025
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