WHERE  ARE MY RED ROSES

IN THE IMAGERY GARDEN OF MINE
THERE ARE BIG RED ROSES
ALL OF THEM WITHOUT SPINES

THE COLOURFUL RAINBOW
FLOATS IN THE SCENTED WATERS
OF WATERFALLS, FLOWING SLOW

MOON COMES DOWN
ALL CLAD IN A STARRY SHEET
IN THE NIGHT
TO SOOTHE MY SIGHT

THE CHILD IN ME
CRAWLS ON THE GREEN CARPET
KISSES THE MOON
THEN JUMPS ON THE RAINBOW

RED BUTTERFLIES,WITH PINK SPOTS
WOO OVER MY ROSES
MAKING THE CHILDISH EYES OF MINE
FROWN WITH HAPPINESS

SUDDENLY!
MY EYES
SEE THE RAINBOW FAINTING
ALL DISAPPEARING
IN THE FUMISH AIR
I BEGAN TO CRY..
WHEN MY ROSES START
TO SHED THEIR PETALS

THE WATERFALL STARTS
TO RUN FAST WITH NOISE
NO MORE WITH ME
ARE THE MOON AND STARS

NO MORE IS THE GREEN CARPET
WHERE I CRAWLED
MY EYES BEGAN TO ITCH
AND I CLOSE THEM
AND..
MINUTES.. AFTER...
I OPEN THEM
TO FIND MYSELF
STANDING STRAIGHT
IN A BIG LOOMY DESERT
WITH CACTUS ALL AROUND
I ASK AND SHOUT
"WHERE ARE MY RED ROSES"?

I START TO CRAWL
MY FEET, BUT, DRAGS
DEEP INTO THE SANDS
I TRY.. TRY HARD...
TO REACH THE PLANES
MY BARE FEET
BURNS WITH HEAT
OF THE SCORCHING SUN
I SHOUT AND ASK
"WHERE ARE MY RED ROSES"?

STILL I CRAWL
FOR MY GREEN GARDEN
HERE,EXACTLY HERE
I REACH ONE POINT
WITH BIG VEHICLES AROUND
BLASTING WITH NOISE
I CLOSE MY EARS
ALL OUT OF FEAR
AND SHOUT
"WHERE ARE MY RED ROSES"?

DIRTY BLACK CLOUDS
ALL ABOVE
SUFFOCATE ME
ALL SO LOUD
AMONGST THE HEAVY TRAFFIC
AND BANGING NOISE

NOBODY LISTENS
STILL I SHOUT..
I SHOUT....
"WHERE ARE MY RED ROSES"?

TAPASYA BAREJA

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