The Dream Hood. Poem by AKSHAYA KUMAR DAS

The pink petal curls,
Fragrant joys of pearls,

Wonderstruck soul's,
Stopping by the awesome petals,

Eyes just capture the moods,
Soul travels in solitude of the woods,

The full blown flower,
Gives the garden a prestigious attire,

Insects, butterflies to honeybees,
Just merge into the wonderful cease,

The golden pollen dusts attraction,
The butterflies feel the mad union,

The honey bees suck the nectar,
From the flowers to the hive's store,

The curly Rose Buds,
Slowly growing to the beautiful hood,
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(c) Akshaya Kumar Das