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
