Flower And The Incence Stick

A garland packed with flowers; fragrance filled

Adorned the deity, everyone’s eyes so delighted

Humble incense sticks calmly sat unseen by any

As garland in pride laughed, the incense stick replied

You like the poet’s imagination, a short-lived, temporary

But I am for the sages whose devotion is true and deep

Within hours, you all will weather, will be thrown out

I the true bliss, my aroma lingers even after I burn