May I turn you into a beautiful flower!
More beautiful than it may sound, in the garden;
No wind ever turn you pale stealing your power,
Your beauty covering it as a shield, hidden.
The roses have a beauty, for others to bow,
And the children have a charm, plucking the rose's luck,
A flower's pure and gentle touch, then allow,
thereon, to decline their shining beauty and duck.
Before you, flower, a princess shine be mere dine,
Her jewels or her lovely crown be not too fine,
Shall no one see through my eyes or beat my heartbeat,
Or enjoy your shine, through this flower, O so sweet.
©Anees Rahman
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