When I first met you
You were a bud
Lovely and mysterious
Untouched and unawakened
Innocence and purity your ornaments
You awakened to my flirtrations
Like a bud kissed by the rays of the sun
But I rejected you then
And left you cold and crushed!
I realised later that I loved you
Though late, I hoped it was not too late
I began wooing you again -
A silent appeal whenever I met you.
You were cold and impersonal
But I did not lose heart
Slowly but surely I felt you open up again
Nurtured by my love and devotion
You have now bloomed into a beautiful flower
My heart swells with pride whenever i look at you
Spreading the fragrance of warmth and joy
To all around you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can sense a motherly feeling in this poem. Beautiful Anjana