Updated: Apr 1, 2022
When I brought the potted plant home
Only its hypnotic aroma was known.
I never knew it blooms in dark
When other flowers leave off their mark.
For months several branches grew
Now it's a climber, along with the crew.
Through my glass door, I behold
The white flowers, at night, unfold.
Their unalloyed beauty if you glance
Revives the old-world romance.
Images of women adorning these flowers
Surface my mind charming their lovers.
Its destination is still unforeseen
But the magical journey makes me keen.
Their nectars make butterflies swoon
They smile bright under the moon.
As you keep the flowers on your palm
Draw in their scent in a state of full calm,
They cast a spell on your olfactory sense
And transport you to a realm intense.
By Nandini Sengupta