Best Poems Written by Jayantika Bhowmick

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Has there been a thorn ever plucked?
The rose sat there waiting to be put on Amy's bun.
The red rose..with thorns..only the thorn went inside.

The bun..Amy wept..was full of thorns..
Black or brown-- thorns are thorns;
No one saw the colour of the rose.
Guess the REDNESS of the rose was FAR TOO RED for Amy's bun.

Now, I was left with a rose, without thorns, though the rose was STILL RED..


All fancy glimpses of angels, with or without wings, 
Without thorns--a red rose--but not on Amy's bun.
A white dove-- wings CUT-- STILL a symbol of peace..
STILL...?? peace or a small tiff.
 
The thorn, in a small tiff with the blonde hair of Amy,
Love you rose, Love you thorn-- Amy, your bun--MY LIFE...

Copyright © Jayantika Bhowmick | Year Posted 2016