Hey Ye! Juvenile rose,
Your petals are supple,
Strew tender sonorous odour;
You are fresh and coolth,
In this nasty ambiance;
Never let vicious storm,
Shatter your petals one by one;
Be strong, seek strength,
From your parental plant;
Cohere the branch,
That holds you tight;
Never let loose the grip,
Of parental shrub;
Evil storm waits to victimize,
Weaker separated lot;
© Sadashivan nair
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