Under The Kaamini Tree Stand I, You Come To, My Love Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Under the kaamini tree
Full of kaaminis
Flowering,
Flowering and blooming
And scattering over,
The kaaminis
White and tiny blooms
But heavily scented,
Plastic and white
Appearing to be,
Dream I,
Think I
Why am I so fascinated
By the beauty
Holding me in life
So fast,
Why am I detached from
Truth which heed we not,
Why am I running after
A mirage?

Under the kaamini tree
Full of kaaminis
Flowering,
Flowering and scattering
Dream I,
Think I
Of passing the night
Under the kaamini tree
Marking the blooms
Hanging by
And falling,
So sweetly scented
And perfumed,
So redolent
And maddening,
Fragrancing
The night.