Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

 


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.