Slowly and gently the yellow champak
Blooms,
Opening her veil.
It is so charming, so delicate,
When I see it bloom,
My heart leaps with delight.
She decks herself
With care
Dedicate all her sweet fragrance
To the bee who leaves her
After lifting the veil.
She, then, bends softly down
With beautiful grief,
Hoping
The bee will come
Once more.
The bee never come
But, the champak...
Awaits with lovelorn expectation.
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