JEEWAN RAMLUGUN

The silence of the evening

falls and increscent darkness

begins encroaching.

A pleasantly overpowering fragrance

fills the air

perfusing the senses.

The Night Queen with a flair

unmistakable, tiptoes

into our souls, at first gently, then

with full vigour she

with her aroma weighs in.

Languidly we let ourselves be

beguiled by her wafting phial.

What is about her

that she chooses the nocturnal

hours to come into her own?

Is it so as not to be abashed

by daylight or not to be outdone

by other scented contenders?

We cannot fully apprehend

her ways as her enigma lingers

all around.