Cool
Poetry
Cool
Poetry
Wild Roses
by Mohammad Badri
Early in the morning,
I carried bundles of wild Roses,
for you in my arms. As I passed through the river,
in my way to your home.
Flow of water became so distressing.
My arms lost their grips;
And, so their proficiency.
Roses were lost to flow.
Face of the river turned flamboyant,
for sometime .
I watched the Roses passed me by.
But, if you wish to smell the Roses?
Tonight, rest your face on my arms.
I remained unsure of the mystery behind the last drink you offered me, in the middle of night. Under the gleaming moon, you caught my heart by surprise, along with my mind, which was the melancholy of my heart. You acted more sophisticated than Juliet in the Romeo era. Were you hunting hearts just for pleasure, or was your innocence making all the charisma? But, you persist hosting my heart, and keeping it as your infinite home. Why do you intend to reside in such ruined sanctuary, which has been the center of disasters on many occasions?
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