I woke up in the morning,
to find a red rose by me,
given to me by someone
who is very special to me.

I couldn't take my eyes off it,
for I saw her in that rose,
a smiling face and a heavenly perfume
robed in red--- a symbol of love!

My hands reached for it,
caressed its silky petals,
drew it close to my heart
and was lost in my own world.

A red rose, of blood perhaps,
a token of love and affection,
I could see her through it,
in the same ecstasy I was in.

Years after I still have the rose,
with its petals wrinkled and dry,
it was the last I ever heard of her,
but the rose is still red--- a token of love!

Nishant Kumar


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