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The Birthday Gift


I’ve an inexcusable habit,
forget my wife’s birthday.
This time I promise myself I won’t.
So, on that day from backyard
I pluck a blooming red rose,
keep it hidden till the dinner time
when I give her the single flower.
She doesn’t smile, for the story has begun.

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Janice Canerdy

July 1, 2025 at 6:26 AM

This intro would surely be a lure for me. I would HAVE to read the story. Subimal, CONGRATS on your will! Janice

Subimal Sinha-Roy

July 2, 2025 at 12:39 AM

Thank you, Janice for your read and comment.

Suzette Richards

June 30, 2025 at 11:53 PM

Congratulations on your 3rd place win, Subimal, with this subtle tale. The gift-as-fuse metaphor is quietly explosive. You were one of the few poets who read the full contest description: text and the visual prompt that lent its name to the contest. It harmonises with the crow’s sardonic grin, but from a different perch—less brazen, more fatalistic.

Subimal Sinha-Roy

July 2, 2025 at 12:38 AM

Thank you so much, Suzette for the placement and for your wonderful appraisal of and comments on the poem that I value very much.