Sarala Balachandran | Wednesday, 23 February 2022 | Print
Sarala Balachandran
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All roses are sweet and precious
I love the yellow rose he gave me
When we first met in a faraway garden
When it was drizzling in the month of June when
our love blossomed like a summer queen!
It has its own special fragrance of love
Which no other rose has
He tucked it in my hair
With his own hands
Turning my head
I smiled at him and
He winked at me sweetly
From then onwards I only buy
Yellow roses, not any other colour
As he was my first and last love
In this life and more!
When he looks at me
I melt like a sweet chocolate
And i rub my face all over his face
To make him laugh
We grew together in love for
Months together
And it all started with the gift
Of that yellow rose!
I love his rough and tough ways
demanding my attention always
and I give him my life with a
request not to hurt me with his hurtful words
at times when he is facing outside problems,
but give me a yellow rose every day
without fail to keep me happy!
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As it starts drizzling
The flowers bloom in exuberance with all their lovely colours
Spreading happiness around
They are surrounded by beautiful butterflies hovering around
The flowers smile gleefully at everyone
All passersby wanting to pluck them for
adorning their hair and the altar
Some of them hesitate and pause for a while
Before plucking a pretty rose and let them
be on the plants for few more days!
Gods creation is awesome as he colours them
with different shades!
This life will not be mirthful
if there were no flowers as they make
everyone lives happily watching them bloom!
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He never failed in meeting me
In winter summer spring or autumn
His love for me is fragrant
Like spring flowers in bloom and when it drizzles
the fragrance of his love increases a thousandfold
When he hugs me quietly
A million stars sparkle
In my heart and my cheeks turn
a pink rose so beautiful
He makes me feel I am
the uncrowned princess in his life
and as days pass our love
grows more and more fragrant as spring
blooms with hues and colours
I know i am the princess
Of his heart whom he adores with all his love!
Our garden of love is ever aromatic and
Sweet with different colour flowers
In various shapes and sizes and butterflies hover
around to suck the nectar of our precious love!
The water never dries in our love it keeps flowing gently,
sweetly, calmly!
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Copyright@Sarala Balachandran
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Posted 10:00 am | Wednesday, 23 February 2022
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