Indira Renganathan

The Poet And The Rose - Poem by Indira Renganathan

He entered the garden
Welcome blossomed sudden
While breezing perfumes fanned
Fell to his feet all blooms
Except one big pink rose

Surprised poet felt pleased
Yet he remained confused
About that one rose big
'Perhaps I'm not so great
And not up to her taste'

The poet thought of him
But reading his mind dim
Quickly the rose looked up
And said'I have thorns,
Released, my petals torn'

'Is that fair to disgrace
Dear poet, your verses
With my petals all torn? '
Overwhelmed with high feel
He stood too close to heal

'Never mind my dear rose
Of prickles that I'm used
At home with my wife Rose
Pick you up now my hands
To save in heart most loved'

So he gently kissed her
So softly he picked her
On his coat then fixed her
The rose now was so proud
Of her placement profound

Topic(s) of this poem: nature

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 21, 2016

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