Rose is my favorite flower,

It should be either Pink or Red in color.

It shines always, be it hot, rainy or cool days.

Those tiny green thorns

Protect rose plants,

Plucking rose in a hurry

Is indeed a difficult task.

Rose always smells sweet,

And it weaves a feel of a thread of love in my heartbeats.

Roses are always neat and fresh,

So I capture its fragrance and beauty,

By sticking it in my dress.

(The End)

Originally the poem was published in