Thursday, April 3, 2008
The Roses
My eyes witnessed an astounding sight
The freshness of dew, the sweetness of pine
The sapphire creek, the misty peak
The smiling roses, the greenish garden
And you were there, standing beside
Plucking roses, collecting a pile
Slowly you turned with a tinge of smile
In those lips red as cherry
Those striking eyes emanated a glow
Towing me in your magnetic gaze
Then I saw you come near
My heart thumped, skipping a beat
I waited there for your one glance
For a rose with my name
Specially blossomed and sent through you
But you passed evading me
I waited and waited for so long
The seasons changed, new roses blossomed
But my garden was still deserted
Waiting for a rose from you
Is today the day? I see you approaching
With the whole basket towards me
Or as always will you leave?
Leaving me all alone here
Slowly you come very close
now I am sure those roses are for me
you stop and look and sit besides
Waiting with the basket in your hand
With mixed emotion, I say to myself
Finally the day has arrived
As I see you with tears
Placing the roses on my grave
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