The Beautiful Rose Poem by Vidur Mohta

Red like the cherry,
Juicy ripe and merry.

Dreamy fragrant rose,
A venereal dose.

An avenue of sun,
Setting you high on rum.

Bringing sheer joy,
And oh Boy!

What a sight to see,
Ringing a melody.

Scarlet half cream,
An awe-inspiring dream.

Slender elegance,
Standing by the fence.

Living the ripe summer,
A sweet murmur.

Like lush fields of honey,
Shinning sunny.

Singing odes of joy,
Like a child's toy.

Every drop on petal,
Shinning like polished metal.

And, when the dawn turns noon,
Like nights beneath the moon.

It stands out,
Without any doubt,

The Beautiful Rose!