A Rose Woke Up in the morning.

A Rose Woke Up in the morning.

A rose woke up in the morning,

To find its fragrance gone.

It was floating around its baby rose,

The God of Flowers was making it bloom.

The rose was very happy,

And kissed its baby Huuuuummmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

The baby smiled,

And the rose bloomed,

For everything is His might.



Spring Has Come.

Spring Has Come,

Oh! How very fine.

Flowers will bloom,

Mustard fields will be full of yellow shine.

Spring has come,

Kites will be flown,

Trees will swing with happiness.

All will say,

“It’s springtime, it’s springtime.”

Spring has come,

So have the exotic birds.

Bird watchers are gathering at such places,

Where migratory birds come and

They look very grand and extremely fine.

Spring has come,

So have the holidays,

But before that exams have to be given,

Without which students can’t say,

“Hip, Hip, Hooray.”

Spring time is a beautiful time,

Which we all like.

It is the time of festivals,

Of happiness and of sheer Joy.

Springtime has come,

So it has.



My Friend, My Tree.

I ran to the tree,

It was attracting me.

I ran and hugged its trunk.

It was so tough,

But it shed,

Some dry leaves and small flowers.

Flowers were violet,

I loved to see them on the earth,

And the leaves were yellow green,

Which were of dry days back.

I took few flowers in my palm,

Felt their blessings.

Leaves were their friends.

They too are fallen.

They are reminisces of the past and the present,

And I am of the same.

Make me friend oh! My tree.

Make me tough as much as I can be.

Make me shed my dry days back.

Make my pain blossom in love,

As the flowers in thee.


I hugged the rough trunk of the tree


The Stale Flowers.

The stale flowers are not to smell,

The stale flowers do not fall,

They have fallen a long time ago,

As they couldn’t soar the skies,

As they couldn’t reach the nigh,

The stale flowers were once beautiful,

The stale flowers were once flowers of which were all good,

But now they are being absorbed in the nature,

Rather than being trodden upon,

The stale flowers were once yellow,

Now that yellow is all gone,

It’s like they were never born,

Never been good,

Never have seen the day,

The flowers which were once yellow in colour

Are now nothing but stale.

Staleness is good, it doesn’t upset you.

Now what upsets is when nothing comes out of good.

Good remains good, state remains stale.

The flowers are naturally a part of the nature,

Whether they be stale or good,

It’s simply time and man’s play.




The princess loved a pauper.How did she meet and love him? SHE has seen him in her garden  nurturing her flowering plants.In his hands plants laugh and flowers blossom.Once the princess wanted to make a bouquet for her father,the king.SHE went to the garden herself and ask that gardener to pluck and give the flowers of her choice.Gardener’s eyes were,bigger,calm,starry and soft.He obeyed her order. The princess could not forget his eyes and the majesty in his look.While making the bouquet, mesmerised princess arranged the flowers thinking him and the bouquet became a golden creation to describe.It was placed in the court.The king and the courtiers appreciated it again and again .In the private the princess asked her father to tie her knot with the gardener.The king called for the gardener with much power and kingliness like how could he dare to make her daughter even think of marrying him! The gardener entered the court room.

Lo! The king was also speechless seeing his humble and pure and majestic personality.He came to reality and asked the gardener to marry her daughter.

The gardener with his folded hands replied that he is already married and had two kids. The most of his toil that he can give to the king was his skill and love to grow more garden .The sound echoed in the court room even puzzled the courtiers who were enjoying the fun of the situation. Moreover he had to spend his nights in the cowshed tendering the cows as the milk supply that the king enjoys was from his seven cows collected by the milk agent and the smell from the cow shed what about that? Could the princess be able to withstand it? The King forgot wife and the kids of the gardener, but without them the gardener was incomplete.

KING saw horror in her daughter’s eyes and asked the gardener to resume his work. God save the gardener,his wife,kids and cows.The  princess married another golden king of her father’s choice.