• ashuwrites 6w

    I was in a garden
    looking for rose,
    some like red
    and fragrance of prose.

    I thought for a while
    the purpose to pluck,
    while gazing towards pond
    watching a duck.

    I saw few children
    giggling at park,
    lost among the flowers
    without concerning the mark.

    What is that make them
    play between those flowers,
    or are they enjoying like the grass
    with dew that showers.

    How beautiful it is to
    see these little grow,
    looking at these roses
    I came to know