This rose in my garden
Is heartless and loveless
Despite all the love and tender
I shower onto her every inch
Still she owns the guts to play unfaithful
Night and day
She flirts with the winds
With sheer passion and stark desire
She dances to the rhythms of the breeze
When its summer
She cheats with the sun
She romantically embraces it
Exposes her bright petals
For the invisible hands of sunlight to caress
At times i hate her like death
A rancid mixture of anger and jealous boils deep in my soul
Contemplating on cutting her off from the stalk
Flame her into ashes
And chase her from my memory
But another glance at her immaculate being
A mysterious force drains all anger and jealous out of my system
Damn me!
I end up cursing myself for plotting such schemes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well expressed metaphoric piece of poetry with rendition of words to utmost justice. A man's thoughts put into words beautifully. Lovely indeed.