She Is My Red Rose Poem by Ravi Kopra

She is my red rose
standing near the pagoda on the stream
smiling under the clear blue skies
on this beautiful sunny day of spring.
The mid-day bells ring there
under an ancient tree.

I ask her just one thing -
My sweet amazing Jumpa, tell me
who made you so beautiful
so graceful that even the angels
come here to have a glimpse of you.

She is shy. She smiles
and looks towards the
squatting Buddha meditating
under a golden canopy
eyes closed, so peaceful.
Her eyes suddenly sparkle.
She says - you know what, Tanzan
ask Buddha, he knows everything.