The Bewitched Rose Poem by Subrata Ray

The Bewitched Rose



The Bewitched Roe.

In Star Theatre,
Or hotel Grand,
Or in a purchasedbower,
The prime chemistry waits,
She catches Wills and sets,
To be quenched and soothed.

She blooms in all romantic containers,
From lions to street dogs,
Half penny vagabond to monarch,
And equals geography to chemistry.

Rose blooms
Brings gloom,
Causes doom.
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Thursday, May 3, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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Subrata Ray

Subrata Ray

Formerly East Pahistan
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