Fragrance of Thrown Away Rose
FRAGRANCE OF THROWN AWAY ROSE
It was sometime in the end of July
When we’d agreed to meet on our first date
My tense nerves were like stretched wire, I won’t lie
The day had come after such a long wait.
Whole night I couldn’t decide what to give
Until I saw color of rising sun
Take a bouquet, dreams the flowers would weave
The florist made with crimson roses one.
Twilight colors flushed the tree canopy
She came smiling, blazing the garden track
The flowers charmed her, I was so happy
Not for long, the rose thorn prick made her shriek.
The rose of my first date was thrown away
Its fragrance touches us till today.
January, 19, 2018.
Contest : A First Date
Sponsor : Brenda Chiri.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2018
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