Umpteen years of gentle love,
touching of souls, melting hearts.
Burnt lava nd acid too.
Two of us as one, in a random epoch of time.
Is God ordained or a throw of dice?
A matter of deep speculation is.
Look at this humble Plumeria, Sweet Love,
a hardy plant it is,
It's lived through a couple of droughts,
two leaves still shiny,
look forlorn on its gnarled trunk,
for It's tiny buds long burned by heat,
refuse to sprout any further greens.
A hope in its will to live,
and flower once every year.
What better a symbol of our connect than
this mute brute of a shrub.
I give this plant to thee my dear,
take good care of it,
water it and watch it live,
for its life is a symbol of our love..
Do not worry too, if it dies, for its only a glyph..
I'll plant another tree for you,
This time a mango,
which will grow big and olive under your tender hands..
to again ikonize a new phase..
One that gives fruit and shade,
to generations of birds and bees,
us in our old age,
and an abode to our Haunted Undead Souls!
(c) Ajit Patel, 9th March, 2017