The rose blossomed every fortnight
Splendid for every man's sight
Bright orange with a tint of pink
Bright enough even for Sun to glint.
It bloomed in summer
More in winter
Even amidst the wicked thunder.
It bloomed in humble dwells
It bloomed near studded wells
Even amongst the thorns
The rose bloomed well.
Battlegrounds and bloodsheds and mist of misery
Oh! It captured the pages of history
And after the wars , it bloomed in graves of dead
In peace it adorned the little girl's head
Ages and eons later with might
The rose still blossoms every fortnight !