M. Asim Nehal
I Am The Bee And My Sacrifice..... - Poem by M. Asim Nehal
I walked away from the rose,
so that it would grow and glow.
There are no regrets.
The hurt lingers with the mixture of
Pleasure, satisfaction, and gratitude.
I am happy that I was not selfish
I can carry myself now.
There may never be a day
that will not bring me to my knees
but that is the price of a love
I paid I suppose knowingly.
I am in love so I do not fear it.
I do not fear to roam free
Searching for other rose.
As I cannot suffer alone for the rest of the day
this is neither a tribute nor a self-punishment.
I wish to live and see more rose like this again.
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