Giving rose is a theft;
Its a prize
By god to rose-plants;
Then
How can i give it to you
As a prize?
If one draws the picture of rose
How can you smell
The fragrance of it..?
The Seed of the flower
spread by god
Are the eyes of the women!
The moon is not bathing
Not drenching in falls
But it spread its shine
In river drops...
When love
leaves you alone
Meditation starts to loving you..!
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