Keats Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

A romantic
Sensuous, sensitive and sensational
Going after sensations,
Impressions received from
Felt at heart
Hurt and wounded
With the bleeding roses
To cover up,
Sometimes scattering over
As the glass-pieces
With the images of life
Lying shattered and battered.

A lover of red roses
Knows he not
That the roses prick too
And it bleeds
While plucking them
A poet dreamy, fanciful and colourfully
Romantic.