Sorrow of Rose
Always I see the rose
At the garden, smiling and dancing
In the midst of fragrance it lives
Cheerful as it flirts with my emotions
Praised for its beauty embedded with crystal drops
These drops as tears reflect the life of a whore.
It’s the tears that makes it beautiful
Its unending flow of sadness that make others smile
But it lives the moment to remember it till beyond
As it also knows the day its beauty fades
SHE is the same as the rotten leaves on side-walks.
I saw it all written on the crystal drops over it
But can anyone really feel the Sorrow of Rose.
2 comments:
People admire beauty as they come through it.Along with the admiration comes a desire of possession. And when they possess it, someday ... somehow the beauty, the significance of their possession fades away from their minds. And then they lose it. They lose the real beauty.
Intriguing and Interesting stuff...
:)
Biroo
very true..very nice..
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