I saw it, that rose flower
So beautiful it was, that it could invite the birds
The sunbird, liked it much
Its smell, no perfume can afford
The king of the nation liked it too

Its shape and size, designed like none
The petals, so wide, covers well the inner being
From weather and insects, and gives warmth
No pore along, not even one
On a sunny day, look! It gives light

I watered the tree, and aimed for fruits
The sweet fruits, to harvest for myself
But now I grief, for the decision I made
An intruder had come, and ate the fruits
Again it pains, the fruits were poisoned

For the time I spent, to harvest loss
I blame the flower, to attract the stranger
The fate of this! the fruits are gone
Shame to the short petals, they gave him rest
And now the poison, rests in the fruit

My appeal to friends, neither should you touch
Nor should you eat the fruit, my assure I give
You will die soon, and you won't emerge
Be careful then! The flowers you catch
Do not regret, when time is running short.