Jasmine Mornings

Lina Krishnan

Have you ever held a malli?

The fragrance lingers as though

It has found kinship with the lines of the palm


Bringing back the early mornings of

Rustling Kanjeevarams and the silken rush

Of a “south indian” wedding


Always at daybreak, or so it seemed

To my sleepily cousin’d eyes

Jasmines everywhere, part of the

Gladness of bonhomie


Spilling their memories today

Like so many jasmines

Into my hand

About the author

Lina Krishnan is a poet, artist and writer in Auroville, India. Small Places, Open Spaces is her chapbook of nature verse. Her work has found a place in a variety of magazines, and in several published/forthcoming collections of poetry.

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