The rose I watered in my heart

The rose I watered in my heart

Pitiable and sad was that look,

That face, graceful and meek
Darted towards me, as though
With prayers for help to show
Promptly before her tender
Body and soul fell asunder


Now tell me whither lies
Your worries and its cause without reserve
In my line if it lies, by all means
Shall I try, find ways and means
For you to get over its sway
And for me to see a happier face !

That pallid pervaded face

Had indeed a captivating grace

That chocked my sensibility,

A tender feeling stirred

My hand to caress her forehead

And my lips to seal her's with a kiss

I dared then to look into her eyes

Compassionate too, dropped a few
Drops of tears, which like elixir
Roused her and brought her senses back
And in a low tone she muttered, " My dear,
Blessed am I to have
Come to you, just to pluck
The rose really, I watered in my heart"


With those words, all on a sudden
She raised her tender hands and put
Round my neck and slowly brought
My head to touch her face
And showered and showered
A thousand kisses unabashed


She stood up, myself too
Rose to hold her, lest she should
Fall, since her body was shivering
And her brimming heart, trembling
I kept her tight in my arms
As her head lay plunged on my bosom


Aired by the refreshing cold wind
In the soul stirring moonlight
Ennobled by a touch of godly grace
In an entanglement, none could
Easily break, we then stood....

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