Rose Bud
Hardly would she smile
like a rose bud on the twig
reserved, shy, stealing looks
I could readily figure out
that she was a virgin ,.
Then suddenly there came a change
the rose bud bloomed
with all it's glory
spreading its redolence all around
its verdant hue transformed into the pinkish red
of a freshly kissed cheek
or the rosy sweet lips
of a beauty
It was then I came to know
she was no more a bud
but a happy smiling girl
neither coy nor shy
bold, confident and sexier
like a Rose Bud crossed.
Copyright © Mazhar Butt | Year Posted 2014
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