My heart is like a beautiful garden
Where my memories bloomed Everyday,
I watch the beauty of My flowers...... its all the same.
Sometimes caterpillars born, they grow,
Without my permission they go.... It hurts me....
Some people are also like these caterpillars,
go without saying Bye to me....
But I have a hope In my rose Plant not just rose,
red rose my love...
It will bloom one day and spread
the sweet fragrance of love to everyone
who passes my garden.
That day, I will watch the beauty of my red rose....
its not the same