Her fragrance cannot be compared to any blossom.
If I make her sit among every flower in this world,
Still she shines as the most beautiful of all.
The nectar of flowers is no match for her sweetness,
Perhaps she is the queen of all the flowers?
I am mesmerized thinking
how beautiful her heart must be,
a place I wish, dream and pray to reach,
even if I cannot dwell there forever.
I wonder if she whispers to flowers,
and the flowers start feeling alive,
just like I felt after listening to her,
like a magic spell that made my heart dance.
What if if flowers praise her,
or will they envy her?
For being more beautiful,
more colorful and sweeter than them all?
Every time she was near,
my heart felt like a king,
and I wished her to be my crown,
then a question remains,
could I become a king among flowers?
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.
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