Over there I see a rose
which is lovely and lively
she being always a fascination
calmly releasing an amazement
enlivening those who see her.
The little rose pink and yellow
dangles in the breeze with a flow
majestically beckoning all to her
a ravishing beauty indeed!.
The flower with dainty petals
so soft and smooth in elaboration
with a skill and a thrill in designation
sings with mirth the joy of fulfillment.
Fear rises when I see the little rose
a little move wrong would disturb her
a slight touch even would torment her
she being so delicate and pretty.
The tiny rose on the green stalk
with the pricking thorns sticking out
opens up with a glossy cheer
invigorating the heart that watches her.
The rose sends an excitement all the more
then and when she comes out with a new shoot
holding my soul and spirit together entranced
as I devour her beauty with my large eyes.
Meenas Poems 