Jealousy haunts golden lily,
Watching the riverside lady,
Angelic ebullient eyes unwary
Of the orchids stare and envy;
Rose no match for pink lips,
Nor it’s dangling stocks,
Nearest to her comely hips,
Nor the swaying buttocks;
Lotus feels quail and nervous,
Whenever lady is amorous,
As her cheek turns rosy pink,
Making lotus flinch and shrink
Your heart portrays such beauty, elegant words speak in such a sweet tone.
the imagery in this poem is truly amazing. and the flow is great too. a wonderful piece
nice poem. metamorphic and picturesque--complete with lily, orchid, rose and lotus. 10 points to you
lovely, great metaphor 10for this picturesque piece of writing,
we could continue on & on. But that's the stop point to be mesmerised by this poem where it stops. A great metaphor still haunts me without any word to say...pl keep on sharing such poems for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it is great i like everything sways