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How sweet the night air How strong the scent Enticements are the rule When it comes to have Some work done! A truly beautiful poem, makes me wonder if you were also a botanist or a pantheist.

roles designated, have to search even if no nectar, I forgot that the search itself is, to be what it can be, a nectar in ultimate reality

god has interwoven life...you have beautifully brought it out...an excellent poem..10

Frangipani flowers, it is said are loved by Lord Shiva. In South Indian Temples /homes Frangipaini flowers are extensively used in the pooja of Shivji. This is a marvelous poem, fragrant indeed. I could smell the Franagipani

An illusion or decoy.....clever nature or stupid moths? ? ? ? ? Is this the way to keep life going....nice one to ponder!

.....It is a fruitless search for nectar.....; what are you hinting at mamta? ? ? I think i am too close to that. A thought provoking poem, indeed!