The Roses Poem by sejal aggarwal
The Roses
The bed of calm roses,
That lay on the grass.
Their pricking thorns,
are also admired by the mass.
They lay below the floating clouds,
Relishing the tears they shed.
They dance with the engulfing wind,
in the same direction, not one but the complete bed.
Beauty remains still,
Till the day someone will.
To pluck that,
On which the calm roses once sat.
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