Like a wild jasmine in deep wood br My poems blossom from pensive mood br Like the petals draw out to sun rays br My thoughts turn into patterns by Your grace br No one notices its beauty br No one smells its fragrance br Away from mad human race br Jasmine has its merry dance br Wind alone knows its scent br Sun kisses; in Love a day is spent! br In longing for You my life went! br Next day the petals are scattered down br To make manure for forthcoming jasmine then br After my death, if my rhymes br Ignite a longing in another heart br My life is not mere waste br It’s manure for next jasmine!br br Raman Savithiribr br