Baskadia

Once sitting in nature,

A beautiful rose I saw.

Its exquisite view made me smile.

But the flower haven't eyes,

Being unaware about its own beautyit survives.

Thus it hasn't any pride.

I attempted to sniff it's fragrance,

its smell was as same as its apperance.

Such a sweet smell of the rose!

But the flower haven't nose.

Being unaware of its own fragrance it survives.

Indeed, it hasn't any pride.

The less is it's conceit,

the more it looks bright.