The Flowers Of May
How dare the bee touch you?
by Sambidhan Acharya
How dare the air make you shake?
How can anyone pluck you?
And make you cry through droplets.
I fight all the month for them, who touch, pluck and shake you,
The different colours you possess is greater than any rainbow,
Your fragrance is billions time sweeter than the perfume of Arabia,
Even the ambrosia cannot be sweeter than the droplets of water from your petal.
Rose, Lily, Jasmine, Lotus all are so darling name,
Special name than any girls I see around,
The quality in you can be never compared,
Even that life less wind is your slave.
You are so sincere that after you germinate full,
I can woo a girl giving you as token,
After you come in bunch it’s a great wedding gift,
You come as garland to welcome and forbid,
This is not only the quality in you,
You are even medicine for many diseases,
The city is seemed beautiful due to you,
Even the nature laughs to its full when it finds you,
So far all have known you and have lot of respect for you,
But for me you are the darlings which glow in May, “The Flowers of May.”