There he stood, stranded and bemused...
fighting hard, like never before...
for the foe is nowhere outside, rather it is deep down inside
staring at his reflection, making a silent confession
and all it got to say is.......
Fragrance is for flowers,
but beauty is for the rose
thus unique it stands,
so does the one, before me stands..
the rose has all the charm says the wise..
behest to them its more with your smiles..
the chirping birds, the thrusting rains, the jumping waves and the howling wolves
aiding all, to the nature's voice.
never sweeter, than your inner voice
Open your heart and close your eyes
Talk to it, listen what it says
