Never Cared For Roses Red - Poem by Shanto Armonde
There lived a girl who never cared for roses red.
Every night she struggled to sleep,
On her cruel bed.
Awake, she talked to the wise and whispering trees
Who sang her soothing lullabies,
And tilted with the breeze.
With dreamy gaze she touched her chest
And felt her gently dying heart,
That tears possessed.
She knew that red roses were the ultimate sign
Of the love of countless lovers,
Both fallen and fine.
The true face of love is what the red roses display
Blooming with life and infinite promise
But withering in a just day.
And now the creeping hands of death slowly held her tight
As she said good-bye to her dear friends,
The wind, trees and stars bright.
And then came down the gleeful rain
Who told her, “what is love? ”
“But a prelude to pain”!
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