Red Rose Poem by Rajesh Gurung
Red Rose
In a dying garden
i saw a red rose
'can i be your warden'
said i, but it blushed no more
Before i knew
my hand had a heart
and quickly drew
with a dropp scarlet
'I will not pluck thee
for all the treasures
I wanted to see
you were not one of life's mirages'
It nodded its understanding
it's colours rich as ever
while the dropp from my finger running
lost it's colour and life forever
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