Parijat

Parijat

I know I've grown up
because I've forgotten the Parijat
the feel of the blossoms in my palms

and the blossoms themselves

the ones detached, that fall on the ground at the slightest hint of a breeze
not a moment of regret

the resolute ones, holding on for dear life
knowing they have but a moment more

and the playful, dancing off my forehead gracefully

but most of all
the sly ones, hiding in the crevices of the wall
beckoning me to come closer and discover their world.

I know I've grown up
because I had forgotten the Parijat
But maybe all is not lost
for I remember it today.