The single rose flower
Vadukam R.Srikumar , Erode
(I read this pretty poem in Kumudam Tamil Magazine. My acknowledgements and thanks to the author as well as Kumudam)
The ants also built a tajmahal ,
After collecting the pieces of your nails,
Which you bite and spit it out.
All the flowers that decorated your hair,
Are standing in a queue after taking boon from God,
For once again opening in your garden.
When you come out , it does not rain,
Becoming shy after seeing your prettiness,
Due to the moon in the sky hiding its face using the clouds.
In the early morning when you woke up from sleep,
After applying Mehandhi in all your ten fingers,
The Mehandhi has turned itself dark red.
Do not dress yourself compeletly in green,
For there is danger of some one plucking your face,
Thinking it is a single rose flower on a green plant
I am not telling a lie that your pretty walk ,
Is really great(raises dust) for due to your steps,
The dusts are proudly flying saying their penance is over.