Take me with you,
To a land where white flowers
Bloom in the night,
Where moths freely die in the light,
As I bloom and I die in your favors;
Take me with you,
Keep me close to you,
As the scent of white flowers
Invigorate the breath of lovers,
And I write with the ink of your eyes,
These petals of poetry,
Chaste as white flowers in the night.
Anita Bacha.
Photo credit:Raj Swami.
Anita Bacha 