''''Badi arzoo thie
ki aap log mere nazamein padein
kash.....''''
it just remains a desire
of a rose the world loves entire
in many hearts love it does fire
burns all desire
The world by now knows
I am that lovely ROSE
none can crush I suppose
may I be red
yellow
pink
or
white
just love me tonight
Crush me if you will
till in pages of times history
this Rose does live
It's journey
towards the estuary
has started already
Love this rose
O PH poets
where will you find me
ever again
There is no end to desires and your poem immensely speaks about it, the fragrance of rose is for ever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Roses are preserved in books of history......and you eish to be one of them just not blown by wind nor thrown to dustbin......but surely will be remembered as a rose red pink or white but jovial in its presence