The yellow petals of new rose
Attracted me and patted slowly
but the thrones concealed
by the leaves I saw not
It itched my hand slightly
The pain spread
In my heart slowly
And began to hurt at night
The fragrance of yellow rose
Spread in my room
But the pain remained insane
And presented me a sleepless night
The pathos of the poem has touched my heart! A unique poem of love and the suffering..
I like how you didn't say it was a thorn giving you pain. This means it could be anything.
Very well written! Great little poem..I just loved it.. Though the thorns gave you pain, the fragrance and beauty of the rose would have made it (pain) less...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There are nights when we sleep well, there are others when we do not. If I am thinking about something seriously, definitely I cannot sleep, but if I do not take a nap next day, the night will be just lovely.