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
nice poem agree with Rebekah Gamble it seems unfinished but thanks for inform me
no doubts, this is one of the most wonderful poem i have read. it has the rhythm of the wind and the rhyme of a beating heart. a 10 for this brother. thanks, melvin
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
...imaginative...wonder what inspired it...neat, provoking lines...we never fully appreciate who we are because we want what others have... -angelic ebullient, good choice of words too...its a 10