The Rose

The Rose short poem

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A rose bloomed in my garden
a solitary, pink rose.
Solitary,
but for the inimical companion
the thorn.

my fingers twitched
to pluck the rose
for my only love…

my fingers stretched
to embrace the sharp thorn…
in a thorn prick of pain
I withdrew…
…. peeped into
the colorful
central core…
and there I saw
her angelic, smiling face,
rosy lips,
smooth red chins,
a pair of blue iris,
the tendril of tress
curling on her dimpled chins

….the image of
MY Love….

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Savi Mani
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wow lovely poem and equally lovely photograph of the rose………yes since time immemorial lovers visualise the face of there love in moon, flowers and similar such things…….here you visualise your lovers face in the beauty of the rose, in the core of the beautiful lovely flower……..how romantic and equally romantic poem……….loved it

Laya Sarath
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So much of romance 🙂 Loved it…Your lovers face on rose..that’s quite interesting 🙂 I am wondering how beautiful your love is 🙂

asoke kumar mitra
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wonderful write………………….ahhhhhhhhhhhhh………
love redefined,,,,,,,

ammu sachariah
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Your poem is also beautiful like that rose flower.

ramakrishnan chatakondu
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Dimensions …….they change when you lift pen in your hands .

Preeti
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Love in a rose? Wonderful thought:)

Geetha Paniker
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Lovely like a rose….beautiful perception of love.

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