Tuberose

Tiny buds with pink tips,

Like little girls with painted lips,

White flowers on slender greens,

Stand tall like poised queens,

The sweet fragrance lingers,

As I touch them with my fingers,

Fresh and happy I quickly feel,

Inhaling the scent my body heals,

The nip in the air adds to this,

My dear man I suddenly miss,

I long to hold his hand in mine,

Entwined like grapes on vine,

On a silvery night the tuberose shines,

I wait for him as the clock struck nine.

Nidhi

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