Written by: Ramakrishna Chowdary Jasti

That rose
Greeted me 
And loved me
All the days
Whenever I met her
With my passion to see 
Her beauty of the smile,
And splendor of her soul,
In the garden of love.
But, today, she’s not there 
As I want to love her
And marry her too,
Because, her life ended
By cruel time,
And the same time 
Now approaching me
To take me away too,
And I enjoy going with time
As I love to meet 
And embrace the rose,
The rose of short life,
Plucked by the eyes of hate
And the fingers of fate.

By: R K Chowdary Jasti