A Rose Flower

After a fine mild rain, I walked on the pavements, Of a garden of flowers, Aftershocks of showers, Touched my heart, And my soul smiled, And the soul told me, Watch all the flowers, Feel there fragrance, Love their colors, But look for a rose, The queen of flowers, See your left, See your right, Remove green leaves, And lightly kiss, The wet pink petals, Soft and untouched, And listen to the flower, She will sing a song, On the beats of winds, The leaves will dance, I obeyed the command. The flower sang, Oh You! Long awaited, Where you were, Why so late? I looked your way, Since my bud hood, Why don't you kissed, When the flower was a bud, If you would have kissed the bud, My pink color, Would have been shocking pink, My fragrance, Would have made this garden, A paradise on earth, I would have earned, A name so great, Cleopatra of roses, My love story, The world would have read, Like poems of Wordsworth. Now I shall remain, Confined in your poems, A few will read, A few will like. But your kiss was pleasant, Blown a new soul, Now let me behave, Like a shy lovely bud. My soul said, This rose is now yours, Pluck it, keep it safe, As long it's alive, I obeyed the command. Now the flower has dried, But still kept, In the book of love, When I open this book, My soul smiles, My love smiles, And the dry petals, Still smile, Like fresh shy bud.