Songs of roses without a prong,
Thorns forget of tingles;
Roses' melody in nature
Lures my mind to mingle.
Envy the butterfly kissing
Your sweet heart deep within,
Redness blushes of desires-
Color's splendor crafts grin.
Love's perspicuity thus overjoyed
Elates you in great happiness,
Tiny wings of showering hues
keep courting thy love priceless.
Scotching them now I dare no more
Butterflies, humming bees
Roses' fantasy, petal's dream -
A divinity of glee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That last line is the crown...excellent