cotd of darling

Has torn the rose from its branch which is just bloossomed and kept on flowervase.
At birth ,it was painful when torn the rose.
Light fragrance of rose and rapid pant of darling.
But i love more panorama of my wedding.
At wedding darling looks beautiful on red varanasi saree and painted face.
Crown on my head at my marriage which is god,s grace.
Till there are heap of white cloud, not shrouded darkly.
Lying on bed of soft cotton wrapped me cordialy.
At marriage day,ignored for her chastity.

Till the blue sky not vivided and not she vibrated for virginity.
There are only wilful game between black and white cloud.
Time passes and passes,for my pretty darling i am proud.