Proposed By Love Not Flower Poem by Shubham Agnihotri

I won't give you a rose
or any flower to propose
You my love ever.
If I would then
a yellow or white one,
I may choose without any reason.
I'm afraid if
You'd have desired
A violet or red one.
A tragedy of hearts
At beginning my fellow.
If it passes color, still
How long it will
Last in your hand,
Pleasing your eyes,
Perfumes your nose,
For a day or two; and
You would unfairly spend.
Soon finding its grave
in the dust of the land,
Like all of us
it will wither too.
What it was meant to
How to love or woo?
In the ways of the world,
I might choose you,
And walk along in every row,
But in the park
Where naturally Roses grow.