Land of Jasmine

Take me to the land of Jasmine, where peace comes alongside, scurrying.

Take me to the land of the white buds, where a sage bird finds a new friend, 

on the cracked brown woodland.

Seldom have I borrowed a hand in ages, for I have burned by my own fire.

When the wind had gone home, I saw her hair dancing.

When the light shifted in pitch, I saw her in all colour.

At times, there was I who did cruelty to all and myself.

This time, have I not confused this?

The land of Jasmine carries music and mores,

the chaos seeds lying down that crawled,

the red rain, up all from heavenly friends,

a butter knife nearly fatal,

and a white house afar from mine.

If so well said, how do you say it be peace?

If so well said, how does the sage bird glee?

I know, as I know.

Two steps to the right, one toward you.

In haste, shan’t I catch your iris dew?

A story lingers in a quiet mirror from lead to ink, I had left.

Two eyes, beautiful skin, fifty-six.

I am shuffled in spheres of all but behold a life with you.

My clock is bridged in characters but I would behold a life with you.

Have me to the land of Jasmine, where peace comes along with you.

Have me to the land of the white buds, where the sage bird finds you.

- Debesh Kar