Wild Flower

My sweet-scented Jasmine in the wilderness.
Though I am afar; still I smell your rare fragrance.
It's very hard to blossom where I stand.
The infected Monster who sniffs willy-nilly flowers for garlands.
I dreamed that he was roaming around your habitat.
He may knock at your door.
Do not open; be alert.
He will throw colourful notes to the sky.
Please do not get tempted.
Pray for the day of my release
from this dreary dungeon.
Your heart throb Wasp
always willing to fly against the wind
and reach your dreamy halcyon cottage.

To Jerry & Alison for your mutual understanding and the partners of the life journey!

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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