I once held a withered rose
the petals crisp and brown
what purpose did it serve
now clearly lost and down
was this rose a gift of love
when they kissed under the lamp
or could this be a parting tear
the soldier walking to his camp
does this rose hold a tale of loss
of memories haunting bare
or could this be a good luck charm
in diary, wrapped with care
I smiled at the withered rose
as it hugged the winds and flew
the stars sat back, rapt in fragrance
of the rose's tales anew
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Ah, there is so much to contemplate when one beholds the beauty of a rose.
ReplyDeleteSuch a wise and eloquent response to the prompt Amrit, especially adore the reference to "does this rose hold a tale of loss of memories haunting bare." Beautifully poignant. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support :D
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
Beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteWhat stories withered roses could tell, a beautiful write,,,
ReplyDeletethe withered rose hugging the wind, & flying with it is such a beautiful image...meaningful last moments...
ReplyDeleteYes...there can be innumerable stories! Well Penned!
ReplyDeleteThat's just amazing poetry.
ReplyDeleteA rose kept is a tae aof love for sure. Beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteDelicate and beautiful. 'Reminds me of the sentiments conveyed in the hindi poem 'çhah nahi main surbala ke gahno mein ggntha jaaon'. Amrit why donlt you participate in this competition http://www.indianpoetry.org/compmain.htm ?
ReplyDeleteHow many of us have dried precious treasures such as this...waiting to be found after we are gone....XXX
ReplyDeleteGorgeous, Amrit. The ending gave me a floating feeling.
ReplyDeleteSo emotional.. Well written
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ReplyDeleteTake Care
As beautiful as a pretty rose flower.
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