I'm a white rose pure and innocent
Pluck me not for your momentary pleasures
Crush me not to be found after years
In the books among the shelves
Or in the jewel box of your treasure
Free me please from your whims n desires.
To the rhythmic breeze let me sway
In the warmth of love let me bask
Let me live these fleeting moments
Feeling the ecstasy of freedom
© Aarzoo Mehek
A lovely super cool poem of freedom in metaphor and delicate to read in comparison. Thumbs up. Great to read Fromu again. I hope u will too my latest titled ashurah
Such a beautiful White Rose will become the floral essence with the lasting fragrance.Nicely written.
Roses, all flowers, humans, anything alive should be treated with the love, care, and respect they deserve. A wonderful poem ma'am. Thanks for sharing: -) And congratulations on being the poet of the day ^_^^_^
On being a red idiot. A yellow idiot would be more appropriate for hiding your name and posting no poems. How could anyone give you any credibility?
A wonderful composition...loved it
5 stars. But, in your PoemHunter bio, I think you want to type PoemHunter, not Poetry Hunter. : )
I like it. Yeah, being crushed between book pages is so boring! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Don't pick me; just take a picture/photo. bri : )
Extremely heart touching poem Aarzooji.
Nice metaphor. Every life is a rose. Let it live free till its natural end. Good poem, Aarzoo
I do like this soulful write of white.++10 Congratulations on your posting in this category.