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