The Red Rose..! Poem by Vidya Pandarinath

Of all Flora 's vast spectral domain-
Briar's, bells, blow and bloom strain
The Red rose is the prime choice
Be it an infant's chubby face nice:
Or Love's fancy lips and cheeks new
It is the real freshness and fast a hue
Burns with no harm culled it for his love
An immortal simile for pleasure all above!
Now is an implicit token -- a billet- doux somehow


For his valentine in the mid of second month due
Master Goatee and Mr Balding and his lot
And even grand old Grizzly Grey Pot -
All seek it desperately at all cost
Poor lovely thing to be so martyred and lost!