If a rose could speak
If a rose could speak
She would have already been declared the best
Without any critique.
If a rose could speak
She would have already been declared the best
Without any critique.
It is a blessing and not a curse.
Love is equality; it has no caste
It is the bonding of souls and forever it lasts.
Again the morning turns to evening and then to night,
Days pass by looking at the same routine plight.
To be more humane
To love
To care
To allow all women to bloom into the beauty queens they are meant to be.
I sat outside one starry night
And gazed up at the sky
The moon I saw was full and bright
The stars all scattered by.