My Roses Dear Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

My roses dear
Thursday,21st May 2020

Roses dear
I smell and come near
with no fear
but only to hear

your thorns
warn me
of bite and injury
still I feel happy

is it magic spell?
that tells
about the presence
of love's essence

is that your fragrance?
that spreads at once
makes environment spell bound
and joy with happiness is found

what about your color?
it is fascinating with odor
clearly represents an honor
with the blessings from creator

I love you and like
as it strikes
and creates imprisonment in heart
I long and love this natural art

Hasmukh Mehta