The Champa flower,Rabindranath Tagore!
This morning when I walked into the garden,the Champa tree was in full bloom.While taking a few pictures to send to my son,i remembered Tagore's poem on the Champa flower.7th May is also the poet's birthday .
Profoundly sensitive,this beautiful verse which always evokes the fresh scented feeling of the Champa flower as an analogy between the child as Champa flower and the mother....how similar they are in terms of spreading the fragrance.Tagore's poem simply leaves me with a lingering smile.I hope you enjoy reading the poem while looking at the pictures.
"The champa flower"
SUPPOSING I became a champa flower, just for fun, and grew on a branch high up that tree, and shook in the wind with laughter and danced upon the newly budded leaves, would you know me, mother?You would call, "Baby, where are you?" and I should laugh to myself and keep quite quiet. 
I should slyly open my petals and watch you at your work.When after your bath, with wet hair spread on your shoulders, you walked through the shadow of the champa tree to the little court where you say your prayers, you would notice the scent of the flower, but not know that it came from me.When after the midday meal you sat at the window reading Ramayana, and the tree's shadow fell over your hair and your lap, I should fling my wee little shadow on to the page of your book, just where you were reading.
But would you guess that it was the tiny shadow of your little child?When in the evening you went to the cow-shed with the lighted lamp in your hand, I should suddenly drop on to the earth again and be your own baby once more, and beg you to tell me a story. 
"Where have you been, you naughty child?"
"I won't tell you, mother." That's what you and I would say then.
