THE RED ROSE – A Short Poem

You look like an open heart

Many use you to win the heart,

Like you ooze fragrance

Broken hearts bleed penance,

They say you come with a thorn

Do they know your plucking pain,

Presenting you as a symbol of love

Do they see your wandering drone.

They see dripping scented drops

Do they know it’s your tears.

By Vadassery Thaiparambil Rakesh

 

 

 

 

 

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