She Colored The White Rose Red With Her Blood By Cutting Her Vein Poem by Lajpat Chawla

It was her first letter sent to me
On Valentine's day,
Which she sent to me through her maid.
I hang it in my bedroom with the Rose
Since last forty years in a frame specially made.
Her letter was wrapped in a big envelope,
On opening, I saw that,
A small Reddish White Rose was kept in it,
As if carefully laid.
She wrote she sent her heart to me,
With a Red Rose signifying love.
She wrote that she had called for
A Red and bright.
But her maid brought her a White,
Saying that sending a Red one
To a boy was not decent, not right.
In desperation she colored the Rose
With the blood oozing from her vein,
Which she cut with a
Window pane.
I met her next morning
When she was no more.
Excessive bleeding
Took her to
The other shore.