Treasure Island

Kesav Venkat Easwaran

(June 5th / Palghat- Kerala- India)

My Dear Red Rose!


Your grace vibrancy your hues
The fragrance of your honey drips
Inviting lure your petal lips!
I love you dear you hear red rose?
How could I dislike you leave forlorn?
For those thorns under your leaves alone!

Submitted: Tuesday, December 08, 2009
Edited: Tuesday, July 26, 2011

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  • Briana Doni (1/6/2010 3:31:00 PM)

    wow!
    this poem is so romantic and just makes me fill up with happiness.
    something about it. just makes me all warm and happy! i love it.10 (Report) Reply

  • bye bye... bye bye (12/22/2009 8:05:00 AM)

    When I read your poem I take it as you are a bit sarcastic? But no other comments refer to that, so I guess I may misunderstand you.

    You are so aware of this 'beauty dilemma': You can´t get a rose if you don´t accept the thorns. But - if the rose would leave you, you wouldn´t miss the thorns.

    A very romantic AND realistic poem - at the same time!
    Amazing paradox! (Report) Reply

  • Lucille Martin (12/12/2009 12:43:00 AM)

    Wow, this poem is short, yet so beautiful. I love the closing. By the way, thanks for leaving me a comment earlier. : -) (Report) Reply

  • , aryaindia (12/10/2009 7:31:00 PM)

    You play with the words leaves that leaves the reader quizzical and puzzled for to unwittingly leave forlorn one who seemingly captures the mind and heart is the greatest sad tale of the human heart. Well written - arya (Report) Reply

  • Ramin Chaman (12/10/2009 3:21:00 AM)

    Dear Kesav

    Thanks for your nice comment.and you believe me that you have a sincere heart too.

    but about your nice poem...your writes always are full of youthful
    also your words are poetic..
    and i love you for that a heart of red rose...

    Ramin (Report) Reply

  • Mandara Pookal (12/9/2009 8:10:00 AM)

    When colours beautify an individual's personality, the aura and mystic of the perfumed mind plays havoc on the romantic physiology that raves and rants for approval and attention. Perhaps a tandem struck and a response withheld but all the same the feeling leaves one more beautiful to the eyes, mind and heart of the other. Your acceptance of all that one is made up of spells your generosity. As an onlooker, I envy your stance. mandara (Report) Reply

  • Seema Chowdhury (12/9/2009 7:42:00 AM)

    For those thorns under your leaves alone....
    very nice and meaningful closing.
    thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Ejaz Khan (12/9/2009 3:52:00 AM)

    Your writes always succeed presenting the thoughts in an attractive manner, your words flow beautifully and create lovely poems! (Report) Reply

  • Ravi Sathasivam (12/9/2009 1:04:00 AM)

    Short but beautifully written
    Showered with rich words.
    Enjoyed reading it
    Thanks for sharing with me (Report) Reply

  • Mamta Agarwal (12/8/2009 8:05:00 AM)

    the thorns are not visible because we are so captivated with the beauty and the fragrance of a rose or a loved one. a true lover accepts both with grace, a very mature message, Kesav. you have used the metaphor of rose brilliantly.


    Mamta (Report) Reply

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