A red rose was handed to a poor hand.
The cruel thorns inscribed a sad cenotaph.
The forlorn gravestone savors its soliloquy.
Overgrown weeds wave with balmy touch.
The wilt rose sheds tears of old qualms.
The crispy petals prostrate to the mighty grave.
Now whispers read out holy psalms.
Neglect has decked up with lively wild grasses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have only one word i.e. 'Superb'.................Each component of the flower is very beautifully painted........Liked it.