My sisters - red rose and pink rose
Are fabulous beauties,
The bees and butterflies
Are attracted to their colours.
And hover over them like
Ardent lovers.
The couples in love go crazy
When they see my ravishing sister Red Rose;
While they sing and dance in merriment
When they see my sister Rosy Rose.
Oh! But I do not envy my sisters-
Red Rose or Rosy Rose,
Because I am enough and more,
As the unique yellow Rose!
I am proud of my golden colour,
So bright and bubbly,
Kissed by the golden sun,
Loved by the yellow warblers,
Worshipped by the God's followers,
Surrounded by the spiritual seekers!
An excellent write Madam Menon which creates a good imagination.
Excellent poem Geeta, well penned. I am waiting for spring to see my rose bush in my garden bloom again.
beautiful natural color endears everything and everyone; beautiful poem penned
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh! But I do not envy my sisters- Red Rose or Rosy Rose. That's the beauty of all flora and fauna. They support each other and are never envious. Thanks for sharing this beautiful poem.