A small flower carrying a name,
as wonderful as 'morning glory'
has opened without any shame,
its lovely white heart for me
Petals of purple, so lovely to see
Leaves of green, in perfect harmony
I throw the small flower a flying kiss
which bounces back as pure glory and bliss,
entering my heart, where it will stay,
at least for the rest of the day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
pure glory and bliss.deligtful poem.Thank u.anjandev Roy.