Roses are beautiful and red
We are always drawn and led
The beauty dies never
It stays in mind forever
No one spoils beauty
But presents before deity
"Spoil me not "is always reminded
The opinion is never divided
Red color represents danger
Face turns red in anger
Blood assumes red color
When falls on floor
The soldiers die on battle field
With honor to be held
At the cost of putting life in danger
With dedicational offer
Roses are laid as wreath
Over the soldier's death
On the front to defend the country
With blessings from an almighty
Let color remain not dead
Or simple fade
It must maintain decorum
With respect to minimum
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Great! ! ! jesus quintanilla osorio9 hours ago Your poem is stronger Comment
Roses are beautiful and red We are always drawn and led
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Scott Ransopher That was good Hasmukh! 3 hrs · Unlike · 1