THE RED ROSE

THE RED ROSE

Red like blood

An ebullient spirit evoked

Petals embraced by hands

On the green, the leaves choked. 

A day passed by

The rose revelled at a thought

That it's prettier in every way

For all the beauty it had caught

Another day passes

The rose was turning old

It bellowed as it dried

In a jiffy, it was cold. 

I see it from my window

I wince at the sight

Foot trodden, heaves at each step

The red rose vanished at the road side.