I loved a rose,
forgetting that Rose has thron,
which would cut my hand & give me pain
& suffer…
The rose looked gorgeous,
smell was dilisious,
but I found it was not natural,
it was just made with plastic,
the smell of rose was just artificial,
It was just a show piece, it has nothing special…
To love a rose is always one-sided,
It never loves you back,
It don’t say I love you return,
except pain you don’t get anything from rose…
That is the beauty of a Rose. Superb lines of deep emotions, great poem.
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Thanks a lot to appreciate my poem
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