ROSE

You came like a beautiful dream
And sat in the middle of the garden,
My unconcerned heart began to chime
Finding a rose to kiss in its vine.

Your beauty spread in the garden
With the fragrance of a pink,
Charmed me to come to the front
Ease all my pains in a brisk.

I saw your rosy lips opened
To say the most graceful word,
It rippled the horizon
Like reflection in the sand.

The proud rose invited me to step in
To delight my spirit in such beauty’s galore ,
Listening to godly sermon in the morning
My dream bit leaned further.

Paramananda Mahanta
Publicado en la revista Bharath Vision