A dusk of coral jasmines

I'm in petrichor of yet to fall night rain

upon distant foothills of Nilgiris,

dusk's heavy with monsoon clouds

so am I with peeking flowers

of niveous petals and orange pedicels

like fallen snow on burning embers

now I'm in unexplainable fragrance

as of a shrine

and of a feeling of fullness as of love

partially peeled barks lurch quietly

in moist winds

this is late for the billows to rise

untimely in the middle of spring

tints of upside-down flowers on ground

will soon be making tracks

through deluged wilds

it's already dark upon the slopes

with tea bushes it's dense

they're new here, sprawling wildly

onto the silence of endemic coppice

their monopoly sometimes makes me quiver

with fears of getting uprooted from here

nevertheless I bloom, I shed

for reasons unknown

to be with life...