In the garden of Almighty,
are colours of different hue.
To smell and adore the beauty,
made with His power for you.
Colours that change with light,
like that of night and day.
Heavenly aroma seems so right,
that holds our beats in sway.
The white lilies grow in mud,
and red roses have thorns.
So pick beauty from the bud,
and leave aside rue and scorns.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
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