Rebounding Hue Poem by Kesav Venkat Easwaran

Pale pink is the color I have always
Liked to see, in you. Petals one or two
Half covered half-open invite my praise
My words go wet, get drenched in their dew,
No matter where they take me, to appraise
Your beauty I need to sink into you
More and more. My Rose, your amazing grace
Lies all hidden in their rebounding hue!

Like a beetle, I bend, come down- You bloom,
You zoom, alluring is your sweet perfume!