Destitute Roses
For you,
Roses are honoring gesture;
Enjoy commemoration of past;
But don't realize,
You secede me from my family twig;
The pain I endure when you pluck;
We are pair of roses,
Weep watching own death,
Waning beauty,
Disappearing odour;
We are affeluant,
Strew odour and beauty,
Make ambiance pleasant,
When we are intact in parent plant;
© Sadashivan Nair
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