From among thorns
bloom countless hues---
love from the soul of universe
blooms; blooms as roses.
They bloom for love, from love,
countless hues of love; spare
a few moments, their soft petals
drunken with mild heavenly fragrance;
different hues carrying the soul;
a few moments, can you be just theirs?
Roses, roses and roses;
fill your vision, your olfactory nerve
and worship, the love, the soul
that dwells not in your ego,
but in the fragrance of rose petals;
in the beauty of their layered depth
that carries you to endless imaginary gardens;
gives you dreams, mellows you to the fragrance.
A few moments, loss yourself---
there is a world away from ego and war!