The BUD

The BUD that’s been in, is blossoming

And this blossom will be a Flower soon

You’d have beside your bosom

The sun-shine eyes and white face like Moon.

To hear that cry would get you smiles

To hold is now the ultimate desire

As for this you travelled miles

To look at sparkling eyes of innocent fire.

The bliss will be in the air

The laugh will flow us all

Seeing the breeze blowing the Golden Hair

Big and Small, all will be in Thrall.