A rose I grew
Tears for water, I gave
Feed it with the ruins of my dreams
It flowered red
As red as virgin’s blood
I plucked it for you
Maybe I never gave it to you
Still, you knew
My garden bloomed for you
My flowers, spread their fragrance for you.
For you, love in me filled to brim
Maybe I never feed you the honey words
To your parched desert lips
Still you cherished our conversations
In the moon lit nights,
Your tear filled eyes
Maybe I never wiped them off
Still you felt me cry with you
Like a romantic tune, which manifested itself
Maybe in my heart I sang it,
Always mute for your ear
Still you knew, my heart sang it for you
In the dew filled morning mist
May be my fingers never
Caressed your body
Still you felt, my strokes on you
May be I plucked the rose
Maybe I din’t gave to you
Still you knew
Still you knew.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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