A traveller in the wild lands,
Comes by a Camellia tree,
Adorn with soft white flowers,
Like a pearl in the deep blue sea.

Captured, the traveller halts,
Taking the scent in and resting,
So unaware of the passing time,
Finding their beauty so arresting.

But with time, spring passes by,
The sea wind comes and softly sighs,
Whispers, and the flowers they fall,
Heeding its sweet and tempting lies.

The white camellias float down,
go with the stream for no reason
The snow-white flowers now lost,
To the passings of the season.

Written 23rd of July, 2011

Salman Shahid Khan


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