A beautiful flower,
Nested in the Castle rocks,
Radiating the beauty around.
I can’t think near-perfect delicacy.
It looked like the belle of the ball.
How dubious is the nature to install flower in the rocks?
Is it the feed of love that made an alluring flower to bloom?
I spurred into grudges,
That my watering never bloom,
Staring at Castle rocks, staring at the skyscrapers ,
I wonder the space bigoted for the flower to fructify.
The besieged space has left no earth for the blossoms to burgeon.
My repetitive look mercied the flower for thy shall be the reason for your rocky stay.