Wednesday, 8 April 2015

Red Roses

“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.”
― Kahlil Gibran

I love red roses; she did reveal once
Though he never got one for her,
She persistently believed; in the mystical power
Of love.

And today, here he was; holding them;
The bunch of red roses, standing composed,
But couldn’t resist his tears, as here she reposed,

Powerless, he wept, with regrets, and watched;
Her taking leave of this world,
In her coffin she lay furled,
In peace.


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    1. Sure they are Mani. Thank you for dropping by :)

  2. Really stirring lines....gr8 wrk...

    & I'm still waiting Dipanwita for your entry in #UtkalaDibasaQuiz #contest! :) Reminding again here:
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    #UtkalaDibasaQuiz : Win 2N-3D Stay at Puri, Ratnagiri & lots more!

    1. Thanks Amrita.

      My entry for #UtkalaDibasaQuiz would be coming by tomorrow. Positively. :)

  3. Ohh so touching! i feel sad after reading this, nicely expressed.