Rose is Rose by whatever name she may be called by world men;
Only a shrewd prince can tame the rosy shrew to lead a happy life.
As Kings and Queens in the Royal Families rose is in the flower world;
A rose blooms daily like a Nightingale among crows in the garden!

Some don’t care for rose but pluck and wear on hair or attire;
Gluttons don’t have aesthetic taste to praise the beauty of rose;
Believing to be beautiful they as turkey dream to dance as peacock;
It is not easy to make a work of art as fast as you pluck or break!

It is easy to spend money fast but not so easy to earn so, know!
Beautiful, good and great rose though ephemeral reflects the Supreme!
So, man superior to all creatures reflect the supremacy of the Supreme
By his act in all but not in silly act though big or small in this world!

Even the meanest or highest species bear the stamp of the Supreme;
So also man must make a mark to make his world life meaningful.
Though one rose blooms a day it is the one that attracts all here
Like the Sun among Moon and other planets in our Solar system!

This blooming beauty rose brings joy everyday to the lover of Nature;
Like the blushing woman when the horizon becomes reddish brown
In the morning the well bloomed red rose welcomes all without fail!
There will be bone of contention among the ladies to have it first!

Somehow some one shares a rose everyday to overcome tussle;
As long as a rose blooms a day there won’t be any disappointment.
Despite quarrels, the more man takes the more Nature gives!
But destroying Nature is killing gold egg laying goose out of greed!