Coming
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
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