Rose Poem by Indira Renganathan
Rose
A rose is but a woman
Chaste, fragrant, prominent
Its thorns its protecting weapon
In haste to retaliate, violate
Roseate blossom is innocent, redolent
Wafting in air chaste fragrance
Crushed by anyone malevolent
Thorns'll pierce him bleed by vehemence
A good comparison between rose and a chaste woman is well established in your simple poem!
It was a pleasure to read this poem, well-expressed and with its wonderful imagery. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Well written Indira! 10! - Raj Nandy