I was a colorful butterfly
poaching the flowers here and there;
All were pretty and full of fragrances
I stay with some one closest and too near
It was mango-flower who became my first love
It all happened due to cool spring season;
I extended my friendly kiss…
and became a cause of all my reason
The season is over with my sweet dream
The expected romance were broken in no time;
I was cheated in my very first love !
I took that risk was a cost of my prime
My dreams were shattered in pieces
the blunder which I made was hard to bear;
Nevertheless I used to be quite, and frustrated
I think some time to shed suicidal tear.
I was true and all my mistakes alone
all that dried up slowly by the gone days;
Tried timely to come out of this mud
I surfaced with morning red rays
Once again I met a lotus flower….
He was too smiled and has shameless hiss
and took me around his arms
He painted a warm and fleshy kiss
I had a good time in leisure
Then the night strong petals he closes;
It was a hard taste of that night
and ran away on the fake promises
I cried again shouted closing my face
a second love had broken and deceived;
My back bone was broken too
I wanted to forget and then leaped
The body was pale, thin and shrunken eyes
stony looks and shady appearance;
a rose flower came to my door
knocked the bell of my fens
He looks too cool, glaring and calm
promising, faithful and without a fear;
I astonished with my wide eyes
and never moved away as was neat and clear
I found my male rose near me
I exhausted and was too late ;
I shed tears the Rose was wet fully
It senses to me a real my fate
I don't know his color and the where about
I found that some of myself and surrendered;
He took on branches and made romance
I played on petals then past remembered
I have seeded of him few roses
They are full bloomed beyond the cleft;
I play with them in winds that blows
still I feel that touch the Rose had left
Covering womb with both hands
I realized the genes of his religion;
Those the color, fragrances and tenderness
are truth, consciousness and mankind
Season comes and goes along with sunrise
The nymph became his three wild grown ;
I still smell his air presence around me
I feel sweet and closed my eyes had shown
At last tears rolled down over my cheeks
I had rare heavenly senses extended of touch,
As a friend and master of my soul
it approaches to my body still afresh as much.
