I still remember the days
When in my childhood
The gardener Raghu brought
basketful of Jasmine flowers
To the delight of my mom.
She used to comb my
Lustrous long hair
Making two braids
And fixed two strings of
Fragrant jasmine flowers on my braids.
I loved the fragrance very much
And became very happy with it.
Then mom would kiss my cheek,
“Go dear and play ,
Spread the fragrance as much as you can.
That was pure love with a blessing.
I wonder now if I am successful
What mom had said,
Have I spread fragrance around me
Or I have failed?
This is a beautiful poem, dear ma’am. From the little I have seen of you, I have felt, you are a Jasmine, beautiful and pure. 💚
Ma’am, please change the category of the poem into AZatPP. It’s in musings now.
Thank you thank you dear Moonmoon.I rectified the mistake.
It’s beautiful Ma’am. You have indeed spread the fragrance around.
This is so lovely M’am . We got a glimpse into your childhood as well
Natasha,So kind of you.
Thanks Sheetal.So kind of you.
So nice of you.
So nice of you Sheetal.
Ma’am, you indeed spread the fragrance around💚💚 Beautiful!
Pooja ,Happy you liked it.
The last line so beautiful! Sure ma’am, you must be spreading the fragrance everywhere
Happy to know you liked it Gowri.
This is such a beautiful poem ma’am … there is so much love and nostalgia in it .. could feel it in every word.
Thanks dear Shirstee
Thank you Sarita.
You are spreading all the fragrance…
Really?You made my day Fatema
The end is so beautiful💚💚