Cyclamen, your beauty is overwhelming
But your meaning bewilders me
You come in different colors
But my memory you are engraved in pink
You bear the lasting feelings and sincere affection
In spite of this I would refrain myself from you

Camellia, I'm sure I would find you
In soldier's letters, in sailor's books
The yearning and tears that are seen in their eyes
Are reflected in your petals
You carry the longing of their beloved
A beloved who awaits their return on lonely nights

Daffodils, You know many stories
of unrequited love and tormented souls
I stand here amidst your field
Scared to pluck you , though I know I'll have to
You golden beauty doesn't rust
Just as these feelings that never fade

Scenaries I have seen many;
But why do you seem like the
sunset on a cold lonely beach.
Symphonies I have heard many;
But why do you sound like
A baby's first cry.
Perfumes I have smelt many ;
But why do you smell like the first rain on a summer day.
Sweets I have tasted many;
But why do you taste like
Cookies that mom makes.
Fabrics I have touched many;
But why do you feel warm
Like the sweaters grandma used to weave.

I'm sorry!
for not talking to you all these years.
I don't know the reason,
Maybe because I was disillusioned,
or may be because I misjudged,
and I was imprudent.

But that day when I heard you name,
I couldn't stop myself from talking to you.
I found myself in the memory lane,
and all divergence creating reminiscence.
Tears rolled at the pace of the emergence;
of all memories sweet and bitter.

I made a good decision and talked to you,
never expected you to take it so lightly
as if nothing
ever happened between us,
You are the best brother ever,
but neither I am nor I was a good sister.
I'm sorry!