ROSE AND THORNS

Oh! The allure of the wondrous Red Rose
For a tactless plebeian, an irresistible force
The marvelous petals in bright luscious colour
Insanely attractive with sweet perfumed odour
So delicate and slender the silky lustre
Softly serene as pure, divine treasure
Stars et al fade in their refulgence
Nothing compares the charming magnificence.

Oh! The thorns among the Red Rose
Plenty such spikes like fiendish foes
Inclined to hurt the eager hands
Tarnish the glamour of the scarlet glands
Melancholic eyes descend in hesitation
Wedged in love and teary obfuscation
In her svelte elegance the prickles disappear
Isn’t she beautiful, far more prettier?

JUST WISHES

Let all grace, all joy overwhelm you 

Let ever burgeoning happiness embalm you 

Let no sorrow, no pain distrain you 

Let every moment, every second entertain you 

Let all glory and honour emblazon you 

Let erudition, let wisdom enthrone you 

Let every lives, every thoughts cherish you 

Let arrant satisfaction embellish you 

Let goodwill and love enthrall you 

Let every dream, every wish fulfill you 

And let this languid rhyme cheer you 

Just petty words remember you.