That Rose…

The bud of a new born rose
Covered with dews, yet waiting for the sun to shine
Knowing perhaps the shine would be too hot
And the rosy petals will crumble
It would be the end just when it started its life,
But fear can’t change, the feeling to see the sun
Every morn, till it’s last petal drops
The rose will love the mighty sun
Even though, sometimes just sometimes, the sun will not know
About his ardent lover…

~ Dakshi~

About Dee

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1 Response to That Rose…

  1. johncoyote says:

    Thank you for sharing your amazing poetry. Poetry of love can survive. We need poetry that sing joy and happiness.,

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