The Hourly Rose Poem by Subrata Ray

The Hourly Rose



She has several mates to deal,
They meet up her service bill,
She turns their warmth into chill,
Hers is daily business love,
Survival demands, life is tough.

Borrowed smile with stooping art,
From toe to helm, every part,
A river to let others bathe,
Episodically records, no mirth.

Daisy blooms with Sun’s kiss,
Hers is always no miss,
For dating is her livelihood,
She wells up with different moods.

I love her for she loves me,
A moment’s gay, a moment is she.

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Subrata Ray

Subrata Ray

Formerly East Pahistan
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