Rose Poem by Sanjay Mehta

Romance was rose
In poetry flowed
Surroundings glowed
Who so ever took note.

Eyes failed
Fragrance
Ensured
Could not be ignored.

Romance
Feeling
Poetry
Was rose.

Grew
In wild
But mine
Was rose.

Adored
Admired
Where
It took roots.

Priceless
It was
For it dwelled
In natural home.

Mankind had
Patience
Let the buds
Bloom.

Of now
Bereft of fragrance, Patience
Call it rose
Surreal Romance, Feeling, Poetry
Is this a rose?