SCARLET BOWER



Bunches of scarlet flowers
She gathers,
The maiden in white,
Waiting for the sparkling ,dreamy night.


The velvety night,
With glittering gems bright
Scattered on its bosom,
Waiting for cloud handsome.


The naughty, young cloud,
With the moments running around,
Singing to the breeze's tune,
Waiting for the silvery moon.


The mellow, pearly moon,
Wanting to croon
A love song
Waiting for the strong arms, the maiden belongs.


The maiden in white,
With her brave knight,
Under the moonlight's shower, 
Waiting on a scarlet floral bower.


Waiting for a new dawn,
The dark giving way to the golden,
Wait over, with passions stimulated
On the scarlet flowers, their love consumated.

©Madhumita