A Black Rose Poem by Pushpa Ratna Tuladhar

In the garden of thorns, a single rose blooms
Its petals as dark as night, its beauty consumes
A black rose, so rare and unique
A symbol of darkness, yet so mystique

It stands tall among the reds and pinks
As if daring to be different, it never shrinks
Its thorns sharp, its presence alluring
The black rose, so captivating and enduring

It speaks of love and loss, of mystery and pain
Of secrets hidden within, waiting to be unchained
A reminder that even in darkness, there is beauty
The black rose, a symbol of strength and duty

So let it bloom, let it thrive
This rare and wondrous flower, alive
For it holds within, a story untold
The black rose, forever bold.
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