Don't pluck the rose.
She has expanded
The petals of her beauty
In the morning sun.
She smiles
Just like a child
And looks so innocent,
So beautiful.
Let me watch
Her divine beauty
That will quench
The thirst of my heart.
Let me smell
Her sweet fragrance
Which will wake
My drowsy soul.
Let me breathe
Her holy fragrance
That will make
My mind so fresh.
Don't pluck the sweet rose
As she has bloomed
In the garden of love
To gladden every heart.
©Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
31st October,2016 (12: 10am) .
Her sweet fragrance. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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Don't pluck the sweet rose As she has bloomed In the garden of love To gladden every heart. A beautiful poem. 10