Essence Of Frankincense!
Poem By Manjeshwari P MYSORE
When I journey on jade grass blades,
They harshly bend beneath my feet,
And though their tips and soil meet-
My footsteps do not make them stay.
Yet when the wind comes blaring through,
Bending slow, (as bow to archer) ,
They don’t regain their native posture-
(What force refuses, time shall do)