Posted by: Ron DuBour | December 19, 2014





A lovely fragrance attacked
My senses, in a busy lane
A red rose caught my eyes
Felt as if it was in pain
No one was caring it
Feeling lonely & neglected
Cornered in a little pot
Sensitiveness flied high
Searched everyone was scary
Of its thorns to look after
All like fragrance for free
Why should get trouble
And get hands to bleed
Wondered my soul over
Selfishness of inhabitants
Realize one’s duty to care
Have fragrance free & fare
Wished to take the rose
And plant in my orchard
Care it growing lovely
Spray pleasures so nobly!
By Jagjit Singh Jit
@ December 19, 2014.
All Rights Reserved

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