Rose Poem by Sharad Rajimwale
Rose
The Rose that swayed
in cool breezes
and wantoned with birds
and butterflies
stands in a corner now
lit up in bright drawing room
glinting vases and
photo frames for company
its head drooping low
drying, withering, wilting -
they come and admire it
not as a Rose but as one
more appropriate item
for the room...
by Sharad Rajimwale
Jodhpur, India
So true. The beautiful rose loses its charm and becomes just another ornament in the drawing room. Nice poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/30/2024 4:04:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Well conceived and insightfully penned. A witty unveiling of reality, what a pity! Thanks for sharing Sharad.