Myriad pieces ahead

What can I wish

If I could dethrone god I would

I will just say a little prayer

To direct torrents of saccharine unto your routes

It is another day

A reason to smile

I wish you were born eight times

There is no problem, octagons and pentagons are cronies

May the sun glitter only for you as it does to the fruits

When they are about to ripen and fill bellies

The clouds, may they gather to irrigate your dreams

The keepers of the farms may they guard your possible capitulations

Against the unholy weeds- hoe the possible destruction

Trophies of eternity, palms long to hold into longevity

They say whatever you lay hands on usually acclaims itself to you

Gods of touch, beware of your hands and hearts

Jasmine, keep on releasing your sweet scent

Feed and fill mother earth with sweetness

In return sweetness will kiss your lips and palms

Find total growth; spiritually, mentally, emotionally and material growth

Beat the towers, the sands and the atoms of the air we breathe

Breathe into eternity and so shall your paws tell

Keep on throwing your spell to mother earth

Kiss souls and be their hearth

Happy birthday

Receive your hay

Clutch for your pay
And in time you shall harvest

Kisses of fire and humility

Learn and you shall know eternity

Kisses of sacrifice unto your hands- god may you bestow them unto her

God give her as her good intentions desire

Jasmine

I have got a garden and it is not of million species

I am happy with the level at which this shrub spices my vicinity

She is a sweet fragrance and she beats myrrh

She perfumes my entire being

She is my incense- so she is of great sense

She is poet’s Jasmine

Dear cutters do not pass by my garden for I adore my goddess plant

I do not want it haunted

Spread your arching branches to hug me

I am a butterfly

Hummingbirds and butterflies are bewitched by your aroma

They say you grow well under pinching

They simply meant that you are supposed to be kissed

Time and again as recognition of your saccharine radiance

You give my soul a reason to dance

Thank you for the hands that made you

She is problem free and common to my inner atom

Sunlight and your rays please kiss my yard sweet

Her incense has long chased away my demons and my fears

Your white flowers are my towers

I am an open compound, grow unto your places

I understand why leaves are green, you put many to class

I shall not buy perfume

You are an eternal vine