The Poet And The Rose Poem by Indira Renganathan

The Poet And The Rose

Rating: 5.0


He entered the garden
Welcome blossomed sudden
While breezing perfumes fanned
Fell to his feet all blooms
Except one big pink rose

Surprised poet felt pleased
Yet he remained confused
About that one rose big
'Perhaps I'm not so great
And not up to her taste'

The poet thought of him
But reading his mind dim
Quickly the rose looked up
And said'I have thorns,
Released, my petals torn'

'Is that fair to disgrace
Dear poet, your verses
With my petals all torn? '
Overwhelmed with high feel
He stood too close to heal

'Never mind my dear rose
Of prickles that I'm used
At home with my wife Rose
Pick you up now my hands
To save in heart most loved'

So he gently kissed her
So softly he picked her
On his coat then fixed her
The rose now was so proud
Of her placement profound

Thursday, January 21, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
COMMENTS OF THE POEM

Meaningful! Upholds 'give respect and take respect '

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Dr Dillip K Swain 26 May 2023

So he gently kissed her So softly he picked her On his coat then fixed her The rose now was so proud Of her placement profound....beautiful. A fabulous poem dear madam. Top score!

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Chinedu Dike 19 May 2018

Poignant rendition embellished in poetic rhyme and rhythm. Well thought out and nicely brought for with artistic brilliance. Lovely indeed. Thanks for sharing.

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