Author Information
Chandra Bose
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Nature: God's Vesture Oh sweet Swami
Bose
why do we so love the rose?
who to every nose
doth blow
vialed perfumes
her breath bestows
and to all our eyes gives
hues of
red and white and gold
and rose
and blooms so fearlessly
day and night
oer petalshredding
thorns below
and outer petals
bequeaths to all
but folds and holds
for her King alone
her inner garments
close
Oh rose bush
who blossoms without
fruit.. cept
hearts.. at the sight
of her.. bloom
