Let her stand upright
as she is,
and bloom with zoom exuding her aroma inherent, beauty growing with all charms, the coyness of her leaves glitters as the drops of all purity...
Incense of innocence
and sweetness
so ensnaring
exceedingly engulfing
the garden
inside and outside her.
Oh! Why am I insisting?
O God! Never let me
pluck her bud off
or ever defile her beauty,
bubbling buoyancy;
as the eternal elegance
of the pied petals
happily talks
to the heart that loves
the Rose,
the sweetest flower
in the garden of intimacy.
