Shamim-Ara-Akter writes

Blessing Night

O, O blessing night...

Are you the cover of arbor?

As a magician makes

the white flowers bloom?

And bring me fragrance from

Hundreds of miles

Into my abode.

Then my all senses

Are engulfed,

I smile in heart

In ease, in eyes...

My white Jasmine,

Or some flower unknown,

The healing beauties,

Will you stay always?

O blessing night,

Let's go, go deep,

In friendship.

Jasmine [wallpaper design] -- William Morris

Shamim-Ara-Akter writes

Cactus

Cactus,
Seems strange, 
Does it tell the epic of the grave yard?
It is of very little appeal.
People think "what's so special?"
Non-bewitching, fade colored and throne banded.

Green leaves and body are mixed,
As human body becomes mud
Leaving the kin.
Nobody comes very often,
Very few are known.
The only one who comes
Is the water adder, the planter.

Cactus talks about the departed souls.
Sometimes to innocent  flowers,
It's addicted to the meditation of its creator.    

Cactus Man -- Odilon Redon