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Category : Poems

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It was blosoom and
 attractive Red Rose,  
They plucked it and 
 put in vase.

 it was well treated
 Room was decorated,
 Yesterday stinkiness could be felt  
Beauty and aroma evaporated .

 Pink fresh rose
is in the vase now,
 Old red rose is breathing
 in dustbin somehow.

  Red rose is dying
 Pink will be dead tomorrow,
 What about the White rose ?
It will be in the vase over-morrow.

 They have heart without feelings
 For them love means getting,
 Get it anyhow , use it anyway
 Keep it if needed otherwise throw away.


 Thank you.

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  • plz support

    Feb 11, 2022

  • Feb 11, 2022

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