Last Offer Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Pressing a bouquet of rose to my chest
I come down the stair when the cloud,
The wind and the stream are at rest

The day was calm and mostly cool
A drop of rain slid down my cheek
Leaving a trail as if left from a spool

You sent an aroma of love into the air
Standing at the window while carelessly
You tend bunch of your unkempt hair

Hoping you would throw a glance
And give a smile for the gift of rose
My heart began to skip and dance

You turned away closing the door behind
Though my heart spilled love for you
You seemed for it careless and blind

I will come here tomorrow morn
With a bunch of fresh roses with stalks
To ask you to choose a rose or a thorn