Silver Rose Poem by Azeez AliBabson

Come! O' come
To the passersby
The silver rose called
Walk a little and look a little on
Have a lovely glaring and
stoop to pluck
I have been visited by
the king of the day
The busy rain has kissed me again
And lo!
The silent moon slowly walks
the night in her silver shoon
To dinner with me
Day and night the boisterous
Silver rose call
Good to look at and
Nice to pluck
Anyone who pass beside me
Will feel me
Any passerby or looker
Will envy it
The silver rose
So fresh during the day

And amazing at noontime
My beauty is not but always
My glowing colour was made permanent
Boomed under the moon
The children played
with silver rose in hands
So late
Under the cool thatch dome
gleamed silently with Silver rose
Sits the couple merely
I never knew it
Until I saw it and was carried away
By this SILVER ROSE.
_B.r.a Babson