Not all flowers
But only rose
Can make me to chase
And pass off the the critical phase
Rose cannot remain different
It is apparent
In its look
The wonderful book
You can never explain
And always remain
Non- pulsed and guessing
Its fragrance can never go on missing
It will remind you
Not to act blind
The rose is only meant to be seen
Even though garden may be full of rosy scene
Write down in praise
As many words as you can choose
Just pose before rose
You shall not like to close (eyes)
There is magic spell
Not to speak but to reveal
About magnificent show
With wind’s gentle blow
There is magic spell Not to speak but to reveal About magnificent show With wind’s gentle blow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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