(Mahua flower is intoxicating in every way. It’s feel, its sight, its fragrance ensnares senses, mesmerises minds. In the hot summer months of April-May, when they decide to descend from their lofty perch to the dry earth, the carpet of pale white succulent and fleshy flowers offers a beauty and bliss difficult to define. In the coolness of an early morning, as you stand underneath, its redolence is seductive, its sight sensuous and the experience surreal and soulful).
In the realm of nature’s bliss,
The Mahua flower’s sweetest kiss.
Nectar divine, so pure and rare,
A tapestry of scents to ensnare.
A symphony of golden hue,
Whispers of sweetness, rich and true.
Each petal, a verse in its own right,
Unfolding beauty, a vivid sight.
Velvet blossoms, gentle and kind,
Like luscious lips that leave souls entwined.
In tender grace, a maiden’s bloom,
Caressing senses, dispelling gloom.
Into the air, a fragrance spills,
Intoxicating as a dream fulfilled.
A damsel’s allure, a timeless spell,
In every sip, its secrets dwell.
Oh, Mahua flower, enchanting muse,
Your essence, a never-ending cruise.
Eternal spring, forever in flow,
From depths unknown, your treasures grow.
With each sip, a journey unfolds,
Where honeyed dreams and wonder beholds.
In this refined ode, your beauty thrives,
As Mahua’s soul, forever survives.
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