Pink Lotus
With pretty blush,
Ripples of water
Shake and dash.
Slim and slender,
Floats over the water.
Floating leaves
As a green shore,
Waves on the water
And in my core.
As the breeze pass
Over a green carpet
The beauty dance,
Take a glance,
The glance will be winkless look
That you took.
Or think you are a mighty King
Before you she sing,
You see her with tickled eye.
She bends down the head
With a desired shy.

It was the story of Adonis and Venus. Venus fell into love with Adonis at first sight. Adonis was a beautiful youth. He was a cowboy. But he had not only to take care of the cattle in his pasturage but also to give his time to a doe in the jungle. Because Adonis also loved Venus very much. They met together every evening in the jungle, which was inside of his pasturage and talked of their love.

One evening of the spring, Adonis went to the forest to meet his lover. Then the whole nature arranged herself with all her beauty. But unnaturally the weather was very bad. It seemed that the air, the trees all were springing up with the coming of spring.

However, when Adonis saw Venus waiting on the top of the hill his eyes forgot to shut their eyelids. How beautiful she was! He became emotional and could no longer keep silent. He called her with the words of love and said, “Oh, the stream of my heart! Make me a stone with your magic stick. Then fall on and flow over me.” Venus came down on the earth and put of her wings. Then she said, “Oh, my sweet heart! Don’t tell this. I don’t want to be a stream where you are a stone. If you want to be a stone, I will be a moss on you.”

-No, you can’t be a simple thing like this. You are my rose, make me a tub under you.

-No, my lover, I don’t want to be a rose. When you hold me, I can’t hit you with my thorns.

-Oh, the queen of beauty, yes I want this, I want this at any cost. Hurt me! Love me! Embrace me!

-Oh, my dear! How great your love is for me!

-No my heart! I don’t want to insult your love to say my love greater than yours. But I want to say that though I love you with all my heart, it seems to me very little for you. The sun will set, the moon will rise and also set. But my love for you will stay forever. The sun is true, but it sets. My love is true, but it never sets. My love is truer than the sun, than everything.

Venus wanted to say something. But soon a storm began. The air, the trees, the leaves all were quarrelling to each other. The sky became reddish. Suddenly the storm became more terrible. Adonis embraced Venus strongly. But a long tree was broken down on Adonis. But it could not do any harm to Venus. Venus cried out for her lover. Soon the storm stopped. Venus found Adonis dead that broke her heart. She cried out with sorrow, “Why did you fall on my heart, the old, cruel tree?” Suddenly a strange voice told her, “When you were talking of love to each other, all flowers of my branches bloomed and heard your talking. For this, I became heavy. I couldn’t keep myself standing when the storm began. Then Venus said, “All right. Now it is the time of my death. Because, I am also heavy with so much grief.” Venus took Adonis in her arms and put on her wings. Then she went near the sky with her wings. She saw that the sky was blue and clear. She cried out, “Why are you so gentle now? Why did you become so cruel then?” An another voice said, “Forgive me! To remove my red I took the blue of your love and make myself blue again. Oh! How vast your love for each other!” Venus angrily said, “Cruel fellow, stay with your blue. I don’t want to fly over you.” Venus put off her wings, though she was in the sky. She fell down in the vast sea with Adonis.

Once there was a small home in one corner of a small town. The home was enclosed with many flower trees. There was a beautiful garden in front of the house.

There lived a beautiful young man. He lived there alone. His name was Roshan. Every evening a young girl came to the garden and plucked flowers from the garden. Her name was Cinderella. She was as beautiful as fickle. She always set her eyes on the window while plucking flowers. When Roshan came near the window Cinderella bend down her head after a little smile and attended in plucking flowers. She was seemed then ashamed or naughty. Rosan observed her with his winkless eyes. He thought, “What a beautiful and lovely girl she is! She is as beautiful as a flower, as a rose.” Cinderella never saw him twice. She plucked and then went away.

One day Roshan was not at home. But he told the gatekeeper to open the gate in the evening for Cinderella. The gatekeeper did according to what his master ordered him. After returning home Roshan wanted to know about her coming from the gatekeeper. He told him that She had come. For a long time she had observed the window while plucking flowers. But after plucking she did not take the flowers and went home. Then She was seemed unhappy and angry. Roshan thought about this. But he found nothing.

Roshan was very eager to know about that girl. So one day he followed her secretly. After going some distance he found that the girl threw the flowers to the road. He couldn’t believe it! He called her from the back. Cinderella looked back and astonished to see Roshan for what he had done just now in front of him. She was also ashamed. She ran away and entered to the gate of a house. Now Roshan knew where she lived.

The next day Cinderella did not come. Roshan was seemed very unhappy. He felt a vacancy in him.

Roshan inquires after that house where Cinderella entered. After inquiries he knew that there lived three sisters. Cinderella was the youngest.

Later some days Roshan wrote a letter and sent it to Cinderella by his servant secretly. There he requested her to meet with him in the garden for the last time. On the fixed day Cinderella came. Roshan went near her and said, “O Cinderella! Why are you so afraid and shy of me? I am your friend. Come to your friend again and again. But my friend, why did you throw the flowers that evening. Are all the flowers of my garden not so beautiful? Do you like only roses or only night-queens? If you want, I shall give you all the flowers or uproots all the plants. Said to me what you want, my friend.” Cinderella said to him, “I don’t come to your garden for those flowers. I came for only one flower.” Roshan said, “which and where is this flower?” Cinderella then said to him with the face hung down in shame, “The flower is in front of me.” Roshan said nothing. He became more nearly to Cinderella. He took her head on his shoulder. He smiled and said in a low voice, “Hum! Perhaps I knew this before.”

Now it is dawn. Roshan has woke up. He thought, “What a nice dream I dreamt the last night. Oh, If this were true!” He opened the door and came to his garden. There is only one blooming white rose in one corner. Roshan went there. He smells the rose and kisses the petal of the rose. Oh! What a nice dream Roshan dreamt.

P.S. The another name of the white rose is Cinderella.

Down towards the hill
Beauty of Nile.

The blue cascade fall
Over the gray Rock
The princess in blue dress
Whom she choose to talk!
Step down the stairs
She is coming slowly
All hearts can talk
Sit upon the rock,
closely to her lonely.

Touch her, with a solitude view
Feel her, the current resists!
She feels shy, she responses to you!

Look around her; she is princess.
She has thousands of green force
Love her, she loves you of course.

Mew, mew, mew,
What a little view!
Shaking the head,
Jumping on the bed.
What a soft body!
Very, very naughty
If you can catch a rat,
You are called a good cat.

I will come back again
To my country
In the guise of a Banyan tree
I will come back again
In the guise of rain
From the blue sky
From my country’s eye
When she cry.
I will comeback again
In the guise of a river
That stops never
If you can see
Some cranes during the evening
Flying to their nest
Remember that I will be there
And it is the real test
If you can see a hill
With a stream
Remember that I will be there
And it’s not a dream
When the sky is red
And the sun goes to his bed,
Then you can see
If you find there me
If you want to know
Where am I?
Find among them
With your eye.