That Blighted Rose

So plant it on that petrichoric soil in rows 
As you bring at my funeral that pure ruby rose

And so? If I'm unable to perceive it's essence 
Don't shatter either penalize it in a burst of incense 

Then nourish it with spring warm water to lush 
And let it expand on more roses to reserve for Mush

Thus let a lover pluck a part of them for his muse
So that I would cherish it's use and you can be excused 

So allow it to make my cemetery more graceful in the graveyard 
Indeed, my love , pick your favourite and have it in your yard

Let it bloom and thrive in the sight of your field 
So that , I can be there for your eyes to be healed 

And if you ever feel dull to look at them in the autumn 
Rest your heart, dig them up and burry them in the bottom
PS: Palwasha Sharif
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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