Every morning when I peep out
The Rose in verandah seems losing its charm
She is suffering from an illness, perhaps
Being under the care of sun
She used to shine as bright as the moon @ nights
To become a good present to the beloved
She neither looks beautiful
Nor spreads fragrance, for now
She's been smitten by loneliness
She is missing her bee
Her sweetheart, perhaps - B D Narayankar
The Rose in verandah seems losing its charm
She is suffering from an illness, perhaps
Being under the care of sun
She used to shine as bright as the moon @ nights
To become a good present to the beloved
She neither looks beautiful
Nor spreads fragrance, for now
She's been smitten by loneliness
She is missing her bee
Her sweetheart, perhaps - B D Narayankar
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