My salutations to a flower

a poem by Jyothi K

Wonder flower thou art,
Named Jasmine by Humans,
Blooming in darkness, becoming Sun’s envy
Yet, spreading your fragrance in daylight
Women are fond of you more than their husbands,
You touch the feet of omnipotent God,
Where humans cannot;
You are given the warmest reception in all auspicious events,
If I were Keats, I would have sung,
A Jasmine, is a Jasmine, is a Jasmine, by whatever name you call;
If I were one amongst you, what bliss it could have been.