Whose beauty beholds my eye,
both at budding and full blooming,
touched with dew at morning,
Just like a pretty Rose.
Whose touch is soft and delicate,
her smooth rub is maddening,
presence is so soothing,
Just like a velvety Rose.
Whose fragrance fills my sense,
when my eyes are closing,
heart and soul, you are touching,
Just like an enchanting Rose.
- Rosaline Mohanta