I was the bush that deftly turned into a rose;
the metal that polished itself into a gem;
the boredom of the mid-noon that
of sunset acquired romantic calm ;
the quiet dove that learned
like a nightingale;
that became a humming bee
the solace of a deserted place.
The world reaches out to pluck this rose;
to engrave the gem in the necklace of its neck;
to be lost in the pink sheet of sunset;
to hear melodious notes;
to be amused with pleasant hums.
Ah! The world without you!
The transformation was just for you!