Let me just tell you about the background of the Kadupul flower.
"Kadupul flower is not a flower that you would see everyday. The rareness is due to its time of blossoming and it's unique fragrance.
The Kadupul Flower is considered priceless, not only does it blossom for one night but if it is picked it dies within hours. It is the flower that can not be bought. It's glory lasts for just a moment and then it is gone...."
The Kadupul Flower is considered priceless, not only does it blossom for one night but if it is picked it dies within hours. It is the flower that can not be bought. It's glory lasts for just a moment and then it is gone...."
The story of the Kadupul is quite tragic, because imagine it will only blossom or live for a very short period of time and then after that it's gone, it withers....
But then I have a story of my own, the not-so-tragic version of it.
"There was a Kadupul, so rare, so precious, so beautiful---- soo priceless, he was there all night and midnight long dashing with it's great radiance and grandeur then suddenly there was a girl who found him. Hr jaw dropped with amazement, her eyes soooo bright and joyful and she loved the Kadupul sooo much she want to pick it. But then she knew it would only die. So all night long and all midnight long the girl's keep on watching, staring and guarding the most beautiful flower she've ever seen...And then the dawn came, the flower withered..
The girl cried and cried but then a voice, a soft whisper calls her by name and said "I'll keep coming back for you, and though I'll keep on withering, I'll keep on living again for you and shine brightly for you under the moonlight"....
The girl moved into tears, and since then the girl keeps on going back to the mountains every single night and midnight to be with her kadupul, and she never ever leaves him."
I happen to have my own Kadupul too. For me, he's the best thing that ever happened to me, he's my gem my only rare and precious gem...And I made this poem for him..
The girl cried and cried but then a voice, a soft whisper calls her by name and said "I'll keep coming back for you, and though I'll keep on withering, I'll keep on living again for you and shine brightly for you under the moonlight"....
The girl moved into tears, and since then the girl keeps on going back to the mountains every single night and midnight to be with her kadupul, and she never ever leaves him."
I happen to have my own Kadupul too. For me, he's the best thing that ever happened to me, he's my gem my only rare and precious gem...And I made this poem for him..
The Kadupul Flower
"The Kadupul Flower"
Rarest and priceless art thou among others.
A miracle radiance, a pure yet fragile like midnight whisperers
Your grandeur, your glory blooms like a handbreadth.
Before dawn you wither, Oh your splendor is but a moment.
Your frail soul reaches the moon.
In its abode to shake off its gloom.
But you'll never see the beauty of the sun.
You perisheth and wane before the dawn.
You are the earth's incalculable darling.
So dear, so precious, beloved, so captivating.
Humanity can't seem so touch your soul.
Revered by many as the most desirable.
In a time to come this heart will find you.
To watch thee bloom before the midnight blue.
In God's time He will bring me to where you are.
He made you so rare and a quickly-fading star.
But I will love you to the heavens, to the skies.
A divine, an unthinkable treasure, no amount of money could ever buy
So when the time you'll wither, I'll hold you lovingly in my hands
And in my heart...I believe in His plans...
-Julie Bee Unlayao for Alexis
