A Rosy Song Poem by kelvin karani

Oblivious of the aftermath

I cut a rose this morning

But it too seems to cut

Into my heart this evening.



Holding it against my nose

I write under its influence:

Of an aroma sweet- indefinable

Of a touch fecund- unprecedented.



I’m in love with it.

What else explains

Its aroma getting sweeter

Its touch getting softer.



Its charming redness

Has completely entranced me

And seeks to test my readiness

To be in love again.



Its beauty is transient

Recoiling within itself

And yet very potent

Because memories last.



In its journey I wonder

If it will leave with me its purity

And the wisdom of love

Hidden deep in its petals.