Will you accept my tiny rose
I bought for rupee four
Want myself a click with you
Just for a simple pose
Will you accept my tiny rose
Its fragrance will adore your nose
Though, I can't afford a bouquet
But this tiny rose, of course
Will you accept my tiny rose
Better than hundred of those
Though its color; not darkest red
But of course, the love it shed
Will you accept my tiny rose
But don't give it to those
To whom it's true value is low
With you, one day it will grow
Will you accept my tiny rose
With the poem, for you, I wrote
The words are from heart to soul
To my darling, not to those.
- krishna Shivkumar yadav
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