Rose. Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

It's fragrance peircing the nostrils,
It swayed to the tune fo wind,
In slow motion, wishing
It will not be plucked
For show of someone's love,
Or end up in aboque,
With it's own dream endearing
In its hear large and full,
Yesterday it was yet
A shy bud, blossoming
Into a full one today,
though it knew of it's short life,
It was nver sad, but smiling
Every second of it's life,
Till it felt the pangs of early oldage
In it's petals which shrivelled
And started whithering,
It managed to make a full life,
Escaping the short life
In a boque or single offering.


Ravikran Arakkal