Death of a Red Rose– the poem
A few fresh fragrances airy now
With delicate dangle around the throat,
To grasp the life out of petals row
Her eyes were nomadic breeze to float.
A new flower was she to the garden
But the crash competition to old brigade,
The forlorn soul from inner warden
Own face became the enemy remade.
A red rose she was to dazzle bright
In midnight garden of Hiroshima misty,
For deep emerald negative plight
to the budding amusement pure feisty.
Thorny casket to hold the beauty
Serenity amongst the world so harsh,
In the name of love to some lady
A man was closely scanning the search.
He got stunned with mouth agape
To see the dazzling bud of beauty queen,
The red rose made his breath gone
For instant his lady love was forgotten.
Zeroing on the exclusive serenity
The man plucked it from the bed emerald,
He did not notice the hand bloody
He was enchanted to hold beauty in hand.
The queen cried in confusion aghast
Dew drops he thought and brushed aside,
The old brigade was happy at last
To won the battle in the bud to future ride.
He rode to his lady love in pride
To present the most beautiful red queen,
She was but ablaze with spite
For she knew she is no compare to win.
She discarded him with apathy
Shocked our man and he threw the rose,
False ego and issue superiority
Razed another incomplete divine prose.
She was only born to die
It’s tragic to feel the ignorance around,
The lady love without love
In heart to praise His creation abound.
The red rose with eternal beauty
To invite death untimely to dry out on dust,
The dried petals were got murky
To get infused in the earth with Him fast.
Where from the divinity begin
It gone to praise the infinity again!!!!