The Little Rose

There was a lot of roses in my garden,

I kept my garden with hardcore care,

Lots of roses blossomed in my garden,

Beautiful Red Roses,Yello Roses,White Roses,…
one day a visitor arrived to visit my garden,

An unexpected visitor with black eye,

Suddenly all my roses closed their eyes,

And now a little rose in my garden is about to bloom,

But, she is alone now

I hope she will be a great barrier to overcome the devil eyes

(Aswathy Vadakel)

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