SHULI…THE BLOSSOMED ONE

SHULI…THE BLOSSOMED ONE

Shuli… The blossomed one

She greets the day
By adorning herself
As “Earth dropped” all night…
She is humility incarnate.

A brief life;
Yet a fragrant one..
She shys from the sun
Brooding on her abandonment by him.
She blossoms quietly
And fragrances the night.
Parijaat as is her other name..
She embodies
The sweet sorrow
Of IMPERMANENCE.

A short blossoming;
An exotic erotica
Of the morbid and thimble life…

Shuli…the blossomed one.