The little white flower
tiny and pure in colour
fragrant in odour
grown in my garden
the flowers are densely laden
buds innumerable in a bound
know not which abound
the leaf all green and shiny
dwarfed by the flower’s beauty
seem to be sullen and quiet
the buds shoot out in a cluster
illumine the environ with a luster
an aroma spreads all over
makes one to step out and hover
a breathe in and out could favour
the lungs with a great ease
while the nose inhales the fresh lease
the rejuvenation of the system is on the go
a pleasure of a magnitude to all around
a treasure of great dimension to the surround
the tiny flower known as Jasmine to the world
better known as “Madurai Malli” in Tamil words.
Meenas Poems 