Bijay Kant Dubey Rose Poems

My love is like a red, red rose,
You just call her
And she will come,
You just call her
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A red rose for you,
My love
On Valentine's day.
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Red Rose,
Red rose,
Where to go
Leaving you,
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Red rose, have seen you, seen you
Somewhere
In the courtyard of,
Blooming so beautifully
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Let me stick a red rose into the braid of your hair,
You stand straight
And let me stick into
A red rose
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My love a red rose, red-red rose
With the petals dew sprinkled
So fresh, so fine and fair,
Sweet and redolent
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My love, may I name you Red Rose
As you yourself a rose,
Not less than,
A wonderful creation of God!
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A sweetheart like a red rose
She is.

Her eyes extrememly beautiful
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Red Rose, you a Christian girl,
I see you doing the Christmas carol,
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I see the red rose and keep dreaming about my love,
The dews sprinkled and splashed over,
The petals wet with
And redolent smelling sweetly.
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A red rose like her face,
The cheeks so tender and soft,
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When it had been abloom,
In her full youth and glory,
Tempted by her attractive attire and mien,
You felt the infatuation for her,
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A red-rose like love, want I,
But i know it not,
What it in my destiny!
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God, I had asked You for a red rose
As my sweetheart
But gave You not.
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A girl like the rose, so sweet and fragrant, lovely and dazzling,
Never seen before,
Just like a rose, fair, fine and fresh
Standing before,
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You are yourself a red rose
Then why to give to you
A red rose?
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A red-rose like love
With the cheeks appleyish
And the lips pink,
How to bring her home,
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Poetry as rose-petals,
Dreamy, flaky,
Full of fancy and imagination,
So fast and colourful,
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On seeing you, I found you a red rose
Standing before me,
A red rose abloom, afresh
Dazzling with
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Valentine's Day,
Leave you not behind
With the wept dews on the roses.
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My love is a red rose,
A red, red rose,
First time affair, first time love,
Love you,
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A rose you,
How to gift a rose to you,
My love?
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Rose-petals,
Rose-petals are for you Mahatma,
Mahatna Gandhi
On your birthday.
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A white rose
Garden-fresh and dew-splashed
Just like a fairly tall and slim beauty.
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Is it God
Who has made
The red rose?
So dreamy and delicate
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The Blue Boy of Brindavan

Where,
Where the blue boy
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While passing
through
The way,
I came across
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A red rose...
Is she a red a rose or a girl,
What is she,
Say you,
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Red Rose,
So hued and dazzling
And of a fast colour
As the eyes gloss it over,
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An English, pure English girl
Had I dreamt of
Loving,
Marrying,
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A white rose
Under the milky white moonshine,
My love,
You sitting
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The girl is like a white rose,
Redolent and sweetly perfumed
And fragrancing it all
With her passing
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Just like a red rose appepared she to be
And I kissed her,
A red rose was she
A foreigner girl,
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Sthal padmas, land lotuses
Blooming,
See them
And begin your morning with
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The dark black rose
As my Valentine
Came she to me
On Valentine's Day.
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A rose, garden fresh red rose
Kissed I unknowingly
And now after having kissed her
Interspersed with the dew drops,
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Suppose you the red rose turns into a beautiful girl of mine,
so lovely and charming, so attractive and beautiful,
So fast and dazzling,
The hue admirably tempting.
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An English maid or a red rose,
Who was she,
Whom saw I her, glanced at
And she drew me close to?
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A red rose
Or a beauty,
What is she?
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Ek ladaki samane khadin
Ya laal gulab,
Kahiye naaa?
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They often ask me, but what to say to them,
As love is love,
As have you,
As have I.
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Red Rose,
Red Rose, will you be
My love,
My love?
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The rose-ringed green parakeet,
Leaf green parrot,
Parakeet,
Picking the zodiac cards
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A red rose,
Rose-like garden fresh
Is my love,
Fair, fresh and fine,
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