Written by: Shruti Pokhrel - 21124, Grade XI
Posted on: 24 October, 2019
Adorable aroma has gone
The thorns are blunt
And those creepy leaves are dried
The petals have been burnt
And the roots are losing the tight
Oh! Its beauty is on leave,
So, the stem is weak to pose
Ecstasy is still to give
But the bloom is off the rose
Nothing is forever
The rose when red
Was too far from the fear
The earth was its bed
And the sky was clear.
Breeze was its doorbell
And the rainbow was dear
Now it’s-God is in hell.
The bloom is off the rose
The thorns were crushed
And the leaves were torn,
The pollens were brushed
And the petals were thrown
The cloud is rainlessly dense
And the land is bare rock,
The wind has lost its sense,
And the sun is suffering a block
In the zenith of depth,
When the rose is enlightened,
The bloom is not it
And its frightened.
The bloom is off the rose
The red is not by itself.
It deceived the earth,
Stole from the wind
And lured the sun
The rain was obliged to fall and that is all
