The Scarlet sun is casting rays,
Blooming rose under gently wakes up
At dews drowning dawn.
Like those Rosy lips of a youthful virgin.
Adorned in rosy velvet patels,
Like a bride waiting for her groom.
Dew drop shinning like dimonds On her lovely body.
What is more beautiful than this at this
dew drowning dawn?
Away from town i enjoying the beauty of rose at dew drowning dawn.
©subirmitra
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