Mild, balmy breeze, <br />Hauntingly fragrant <br />With Night Jasmine. <br /> <br />A small evergreen tree, <br />Twinkling <br />With ivory white flowers <br />In my garden, <br />Resplendent at night, <br /> <br /> <br />Like the star <br />Studded sky. <br />Before the day breaks, <br />The tree silently sheds <br />Its crowning glory <br /> <br />On Mother Earth’s breast. <br />To pay homage <br />In all humility. <br /> <br />Overcome with wonder <br />I find myself ponder, <br />As I gather the flowers <br />In my wicker basket <br />On my way to the temple. <br /> <br />To offer <br />To the deity <br />At the altar. <br /> <br />Oh, Harshingar, <br />Why are you <br />Called <br />The Tree of Sorrow? <br /> <br /> <br />Night Jasmine is called Harshingar and Paarijatta in India its <br />A sacred tree, grown in temples. Flowers are offered to the deity in the temples. there are many myths associated with it.<br /><br />Mamta Agarwal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-jasmine-tree-of-sorrow/
