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Rose is in dust
a rose is nice
Petals are healthy
red dark arch
sun shines hot
Leaves seems (up) right
Gazing to height
Green emerald
From land to ace
Ace of sky march.
Rose is nice
Roots in dust
Feature is rouge
Of the shame love trust
Bud…bud…bud
Blossoms of the yard.
Yard is land
Land is grand
vast soil of hand
light crimson band.
Wind blows harsh
Fences move hard
Trees far behind
Shakeeach side
Mencome down
The first one talk
The last one mock
Both of whom walk
Touch the soft land.
Ha…ha…ha…
Soil is empty
Dark…dark…dark
The land full of soil
Soil full of worm
Worm is sick
Nasty nabid pick
Become lot... lot...lot
Every day and night.
Wind blows harsh
Spring moves fast.
Man is running
Worm is cunning
man in hurry
Ha…ha…ha…
rose is worry
worm moves straight
move..more…away…
move…more…away…
hurry…hurry…again
swirl…sweep…deep…
digging…digging…erect
man runs far.
seeking new boudoir
rose is alone
poisonous thing around
soil is shaking
grand land kicking
man sing a song
of
man, wine, wrong
happy, happy long.
wind blows harsh
autumn seize the yard.
rose is sick
petal withered down
no leaves green
gazing to the sun
rose is nice
rose is kind
death moves around
happy stands behind
far...far...behind.
Under the inspiration of"The Sick Rose" by William Blake.
Loaded with laudable lessons for life and living! Well done!
A well articulated narrative piece of poetry written with a tinge of humour. A lovely creation. Thanks for sharing Ghazal.
Story of a rose is touching, the poetess has a lovely style of writing, a beautiful poem.
i have composed may poems on Rose will you some into Farsi transpose let me know poet lady your poetry is a fancy also read my tribute AKHTAR JAWAD just posted you may like it
A nice poetic imagination, Ghazal. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Man is running Worm is cunning worm, move..more…away… Wind blows harsh Root in dust, poisonous thing around man sing a song, man, wine, wrong death moves around These are the points which i collected from your poem after reading it carefully.. Thank you very much for this poem. It shows the brilliance of your mind. Thank you my dear poet for this meditative, cogitation.. of the existence of the rose..in relation with the human. tony
thank you too, for reading me and leading me to write better..