A rose bud dangles in the air,
The pinkish hue looks fair,’
The green stalk dances along,
To the vibrant Nature’s song.
My Little lady in pink,
Smiles at me with a wink,
Regally she glides along,
With a submissive throng.
The bud looks incredibly lush
My little lady appears thoroughly fresh,
As the tiny bud gaily beckons
My beautiful lady firmly reckons.
The bud looks firmly tight
My little lady expresses terms bright,
As the lovely bud gleefully calls
My sweet lady happily responds.
The bud is none other than rose
My little lady is no other than Meenu,
As the rose bud is a lovely exuberance
My little lady is a graceful elegance
Meenas Poems 