Roses Of Heaven !

I brought a sapling of Rose,
From the beauteous Kashmir,
She smiled there in the nadir,
To my bosom she was close.

In the soft corner of my garden,
I planted the Flora Incarnate,
With a view my house to decorate,
Evinced utmost care my two children.

Watered my elder son Tennyson,
Its growth by every inch they know,
Like children jubilant over rainbow,
Extremely glad my other son Emerson.

I can't narrate how the fantastic two,
Grew up along with the sapling good,
Focused at the plant all their mood,
More than themselves began to woo,

It stood erect with many more buds,
Emerson's hand worked out fence,
Tennyson's canal full with water hence,
In happiness flew up their joyous heads.

The first rose that began to blossom,
At the new born babe like the parent,
On the penitent God's love apparent,
My rosy children looked so handsome.

The plant bloomed many luscious roses,
Attracted many their sweet smell,
To neighbouring children rang the bell,
They thronged with all their forces.

My own and other innocent children,
Looked at the brimming roses innocent,
The gay children better roses God sent,
They are the very Roses of Heaven.

Yesupatham Savarimuthu.