Rose
Beside the street there is fragrance
And wave of colours.
Rose plant seller attracts the
Passers-by and travellers.
Ladies and gentlemen collect yellow,
Red, white, violet
Coloured flowers;
To the street people it’s an
Enthusiasm and glamour.
In the hands of silvery bonny
Little girls it goes to the garden;
The perfume rends the firmament
And beautifies
The garden’s creation.
The tiny lovely flower attracts
The million.
She is the glory,
Dignity magnificence of our Nation.
On the head of the Goddess she
Is the attraction;
The poets are unable to depict
The charm and mention.
She is a ‘Beauty Queen’ in the
Creation,
With a little glance the
Tiny rosy cosy flower frees the tension.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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