Rose

Rose short poem

Uploaded by Aheli Chaudhuri

You the red soft roses,
The queen of the bushes,
Oh the wooing princess,
How shall thy beauty be praised!

Millions of unknown thoughts you say,
But in a quite silent way,
All the world, across tha bay!
Behind the pain joy lay!

Touch of love to we say,
On the whorl you peep in a different way!

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I AM A STUDENT OF AIRFORCE SCHOOL, BARRACKPORE STUDYING IN CLASS 9. I LOVE POEMS AND POETRY ARE MY LIFE.
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Krish Chatakondu
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On the whole … the eyes of a poet looks at things in a different way…. whereas mine the reader ….will always look at you …….born to write poetries in your own way….

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