The Frangipani,
My favorite flower's season,
Is almost coming to an end.

I frown, looking at the fallen ones,
Picking'em up, one after the other,
Carefully placing on my palm,

I put them back down to earth,
Not adorning them in my hair, as usual,
But let earth have its closure with them.

As I do that, I flinch with envy,
For our season of love ended with regrets,
And indifference eroded flowers of closure.

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Like the alluring frangipani bloom--
Exquisitely beauteous on its own--
She bears the weight of herself, alone.
Without conceit, without pride,
She remains perched
On that ancient, crumbling terrace--
Observing passersby, below.
Exuding an air of aloof stoicism,
She stays resilient and silent.
No one knows her story;
Nary a friend to call her very own.
Aye! The zephyr brings echoes
Of salacious intriques and uncouth blunders
From elusive sources of questionable repute;
Yet, all those persist as mere gossip.
For, she doesn't speak;
She will never give them the satisfaction
Of voicing out her identity--
Or even her truth.

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When everyone fell for
the vanity of a rose,
she loved the sorrow of
a frangipani.

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In an over-embellished occupied city,

a fallen Frangipani;
amongst the gravels on a scorching tarcrete street.

What can I call it?

A forsaken love or an enigma of endearment.

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Frangipani

I believe in Unity
Therefore, Serenity to grow
In an unknown soil
Otherwise,
I Would have been distinguished
Caste, regions, religion, race
And all rubbish

Rising in hot weather
We bloom together
Perhaps my
five petals refer
To 5 elements
(Water, earth, air, fire and space)
Because I have the power
In my aromatic flowers
You all are affectionate and calm
But that's not the end
Of my love my friend
I am precious cheerful
Frangipani

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I stumbled upon you just like
I stumble upon a stone
while strolling on the road.
Nothing important.
Nothing worth an eyeball.
(In Caption)

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“The frangipanis will always
hold symbolism
of your love for me!”

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He smiles holding a frangipani
admires and appreciates
the tiny creation of nature.

Amidst the mess of the city
and the chaos on his mind,
the frangipani stole his heart.

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आज बागेत चाफा एकटाच फुलला होता

सोडली होती साथ पानांनी तरीही

वाऱ्यासवे मनसोक्त डोलत होता

स्वतःवर प्रेम करुन 

तो इतरांना सुगंध देत होता

'सोबत नसली कुणाची तरीही 

आनंदाने बहरायचं असतं' हेच 

जणू साऱ्यांना सांगत होता

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In the arms of frangipani,
fluffy squirrels chattering.
Garden springs to life.

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