WILD ROSE

WILD ROSE

Wild rose, climbing
over an ancient door.
White walls, a perfect
compliment,
for the vibrant yellow,
shaped like Eros's bow.

Innocent, like a virgins,
shy smile at dawn.
The rose know not,
what its beauty,
to a beholder does.
As in the breeze, she
lets her perfume flow.

With sightless eyes
her scented feeling
follows.
Kissing, so softly, the air
with loveliness,
filling fragrance
into lifeless hollows.

This is the emotion you
arouse,
when, an arbour I create.
Alas, wish I were the wild rose,
to enfold,
and fill you with
aromatic gold.

Love make me a reed,
unfilled and alive,
or give me the bouquet,
of a rose,
so, I can be the music
you make,
or offer the comfort
of repose.

~Sujata~

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