Ananiya Alick Ponje

Oh! Pink Rose! - Poem by Ananiya Alick Ponje

Oh, pink rose you bring me real joy!
As the air you scent for me, no one else.
Among roses of all hues you stand out,
And render all nature but useless;
For you alone were made with all care.
But for me you are not yet one
And this way I feel it good and real;
For when I come, pluck and keep you,
Your beauty I may no longer adore.

Oh pink rose, be there in the field for my joy
To hold you between my fingers I can’t afford.
Yet all I want is no man should pluck you,
And own you as his own for a day or more;
For that way, I may not adore you anymore,
In fear of breaking a holy commandment;
As I have within my heart proved it
That I can’t own you, yet I can’t avoid you,
Then my life may as well be on the balance.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 19, 2011

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