Rose Poem by Subrata Ray

Rose.

From Beauty's bower,
You bud and bloom
And evade gloom.

You are not prosaic prose,
But Romance provoking Rose
And messenger of Love.

For proposed proposal,
Prime Link you execute,
And Touchstone the Between.

Often your arrival brings pains,
The Fragrance of First Love,
Leaving the Wild, fills another Profile.

Yet the charmed Magic haunts,
With a longing look behind,
As the 1st Spring's Tempest_Wind.