O, flower ! what can I offer to you ?
As I am a Puny human !
Fragrance of yours have no boundaries,
Though surrounded by the thrones !
Spreading to the Pawn and the King !
I wish one day, to grow in the full bloom !
From a tiny seed to a 'Mighty Flower'!
Thy fragrance will be my compassion,
Shall reach to every soul !
As the mortal both we are, but not our fragrance !