Roses blush as you smell them,
Tulips bow to kiss your hand,
Your voice renders every poem
Sung by some heavenly band.
Blizzards close in on your house,
Seeking their calm at your door;
Glaring eyes of yours will douse
Raging fires on forest floors.
Winds stand still just so your hair
Can fly by at breakneck speed;
Clouds sail buoyed by your airs –
The airs of a Queen indeed!
Roses blush as they cling tight
To your mushy tender palm;
Wildest beasts with all their might
Around you relax, becalm.
Amongst themselves, cuckoos fight
To gain your sole attention;
The Sun, on you, bestows Light:
Soon will follow the Seasons.
The Moon, Stars, Nature and all-
Engaged in a madness, rush
To stand at your beck and call,
Say why won’t, the Roses blush?
©Asiman Panda 2008
The Timber Trawler 