For you, Roses are honoring gesture; Enjoy commemoration of past; But don't realize, You secede me from my family twig; The pain I endure when you pluck; We are pair of roses, Weep watching own death, Waning beauty, Disappearing odour; We are affeluant, Strew odour and beauty, Make ambiance pleasant, When we are intact in parent plant; © Sadashivan Nair