Spotless goodness,
Petals like molten gold,
Curled and twirled
Waiting to open
To a eager new morn.
Soft velvety ,
Making me giddy
Before her beauty.
I breathe deeply
Searching for words
To sing in rapture.
I call to the muses
To fill my verses.
And demand the artists
To tell me,
What yellow is this
Like a glow
Borrowed from the sun?
Oh Creator!
Who gives each his own,
In appropriate dose
Can you disclose
What made this yellow rose
Prettier than most.
——————Gulsum Basheer
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