My Flower Under a Flower

By Keerthana BS

The yellow rays unveiling the warmth,

The flower opens its praying hands;

My flower with her warm hands,

Opened my windows of love;

The flower enlightening the beauty of creation,

Nature holding it in the hands of affection;

My flower the enchanting beauty of love,

Which I held soft on my eyes of life;

In the jingling free air,

The flowers brim with the aroma of joy;

My flower sublimated my dream,

Filled my world with aroma of happiness;

The flower holding the nectar,

Sharing with the world, it's sweet and sour;

My flower, my dream protector, 

Feeding me unconditional love, real and pure;

The flower sitting on the earth,

Blinking with colorful eyes towards the blue sky;

My flower sits on the clouds,

Bringing colours in me to ladder the sky;

I wake up with this dream, 

The flower closes its hand, falling on earth;

I walk across the grave,

To see that flower, grey on my flower;

By Keerthana BS