The flowers white with red stripes light
bloom with fragrance every night
could I say for most in the evening
spread an aroma around almost stunning
the smell enters the nostrils
keeps us in a trance with its fill
the flower is not huge in shape
very thin and fragile, soft and slim
a joy to twine them together
make a garland to God or rather
tie them into a bouquet small
put them on the head carefully as not to fall
the way every Indian woman wears
that be the Ramar Pich
i in choice.
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