The rose blooms in the garden,
Everybody turns to her on a sudden
And admits her as a flower of heaven,
Nothing in the world is so much even.
She spreads her sweet smell
And binds us with a magic spell,
She is divine in every way,
No sharp weapon can slay her beauty and ray;
One can never go away from her,
As she lovingly attracts everyone towards herself from the farthest corner.
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Beautiful! ! ! Her sweet smell. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.