Roses by Jaipal Singh



	As early picks in life While still a young teenager From my ancestral rose garden Two beautiful roses I picked Which remained undelivered One was yellow and the other red One was for my best friend The other for someone I loved Destiny had different plans, however. A lifetime has passed ever since Whenever my scrapbook I open To peek into my reminiscences I find those not so lucky roses Still tagged, giving me a reminder Once so fresh and bright petals Now dried with faded luster Narrate their own story of sort Then remorseful I wonder, like me Their fate too is sealed, forever.

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June 20, 2012

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Thanks a lot.

jairathore
06/21/2012 06:47 AM

excellent..congratz!!

Rupradha
06/21/2012 01:00 AM

Welcome :-)

alwaysaparna
06/20/2012 09:58 AM

Thanks, Aparna Ji, as ever you have given commensurate colour and fragrance.

jairathore
06/20/2012 08:31 AM

Yes, Dr Kumarendra, during early life many of us have honest and pure emotions and ambitions which may or may not see a day but some of them are so evocative as to haunt lifelong. I am glad you liked it.

jairathore
06/20/2012 08:27 AM

Very well composed poems, Jaipal ji. It is a pity the emotions froze with the time like, 'Meri baat rahi mere man mei, kuchh kahan saki uljhan mei.' Congratulations.

Kumarendra Mallick
06/20/2012 07:06 AM

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