Blossoms a rose here
In my bosom park, dear
Spilling out your liptip hue
With the dream of bedecking
Your bosom lapel.
Petal tongues are
Like your glossy cheeks.
Thorn skinned twigs in the bloom
Are unmindful of
Emaciating scorching sun
Vein hardening chill
Petal threatening ice
Bough breaking frightening
Violent cyclone.
A rose blossoms here
In my bosom park, dear.
Let us forget the moments of pain
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I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, Konalli. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.