When the flower blooms,
And the first ray of the sun infuses in the serene dawn,
The petals of this little enchantress embraces the aurora,
And waits for the buzzing legs-
To fill its ear and heart,
And hope for the beautiful perfusion and parturition of another grace,
That would gleam and spread the fragrance of peace.

But that seems way too foresighting.

But now, what this red beauty is waiting for is:
Plaudits for her beauty.

The little one sways and dances merrily ,
As the gust of wind abuts on her petals.
All the traces of dust and enervation washes away,
As the cool raindrops trickles down her whole frame.

Oh! How lucky is this little beauty,
To be blessed with the boons of nature,
Openly - without any impediment.

Yes! This red beauty is waiting to be praised by the nature,
And she has been earning it since the first monsoon of her life.

How merry she is
Behind the wild grasses,
Shrouded from those pair of eyes-
That facades love for her beauty.
Oh no no, not love it is -
For they severe from her dear life,
And sunder from her home.

But she is safe behind the wild grasses,
Away from those eyes.

With the bliss of nature,merrily she glams;
Not worried she is,
Being shrouded from the shams.