Red red rose
Touch his nose
With romantic pose.

Red red rose
Who can close
Sweet scent that blows?

Soft soft petal
Not a bit fatal
So nice ornamental.

Red red rose
Has she foes?
No one knows.

Hey boy! You are my grasshopper
Very restless speedy,
To lay in the field myself
Like grass I am ready.

You will be mistaken thinking me
Grass-flower and *****,
Again and again you will touch me
Not realising my trick.

You will move in the air
Being excited,
And will regret for being
Grasshopper of six-footed.

Being frustrated you will resort to
Trees full of thorn,
You will lose your beauty having pricked
And feel forlorn.

O sweet boy! My grasshopper
Come near,
I will be green field and love you
Immensely, dear.

"O girl! Where do you live?"
"In the lake near",
"Unfolding lotus petals
Swinging by air."

"Are you ******, girl?"
"Is your character sacred?"
"Does flower care character?"
"Can it be misled?"

"All see me as beauty"
"I reside in people's mind",
"I feel divine pleasure
Having touched by wind."

"Butterfly insect bird
All give me lovely touch",
"You human beings also
Take my Love so much."

Since I love you
Yet I didn't commit suicide,
Since I love you
I nurture an imaginary garden so wide.

Since I love you
A divine river flows murmuring,
Since I love you
My night is full of happy dreaming.

The gray sky became deep blue
When I began to love you,
A happy fountain comes out of rock
Singing dancing making me ever-new.

Since I love you
I sailed my wings against the wind,
Lovely moon smiles donning silver dress
In my sky of mind.

Hot noon became charming city of Troy
Since I love you,
My mind rejects conventional beliefs
Tinging myself with Love's hue.

For a long time Love doesn't fly!
Only sleeps and sleeps forgetting vast sky,
Likes to remain close to earth, not on high.

Are you tired, dear?
It looks at me with disgust sheer,
The brave eagle seems timid queer.

Nowadays it passes time in dreaming
An oasis taking bath in raining,
A gypsy boy winking his eyes smiling.

On eyelashes clouds play in mirth,
Monsoon breeze dangles dry earth,
Night helps daisies taking lovely birth.

Nonetheless my words remain quiet,
Hearing melody of rain without being wet,
Night adorns her black hair with tuberose's white set.

Talking about pain,
I will abstain,
From spreading everywhere.
I tell sky a little bit,
In the afternoon taking seat,
On the green grass-carpet,
Then a relief I get.
At night I open mind,
When jasmine says, "Hello wind!"
Stars ask, "Are you sad?"
"Brush away it, be glad."
Happiness says being raged,
"All the time you are engaged
In the boring blue bird,
Leaving him so hard?"
Water lotus asks showing charm,
"Are tears lukewarm?"
Wind says gently embracing,
"Stop crying, moon is dancing."

I can be happy if I wish
Truly telling,
If I didn't have the blue bird
In mind prevailing.

Is blue bird the reason of all grieves?
What nonsense!
Has happiness ever touched me
Without his presence?

Then why do you weave story attributing
Sad mood?
Showing that he is inhuman and rude
Only you are good.

Why is he rude? Surrounding him vultures fly
With cruel eyes,
Having intense agony in mind the blue bird
Smiles and flies.

What to do? It's a scheme by destiny
I am burning,
I often cry and often laugh out happily
Like dews in morning.