Roses

Roses

 By Rajul Tiwari

They hurt the soul when they wilt,
they bind it too, by memories they built...
They answer for you, they question for me,
they talk standing in the corner of the room...
They enchant my solitude with the blush,
in company, they love to bloom...

The velvet faces, fill fragrance in life,
when everyone leaves, it lingers in the air...
I reach them to touch, as they call,
thorns itch through the skin, but that's a dare...

Many of them decked this corner,
and left dissolved in everything of this room...
They inhabit my body as my soul,
here, they are always young,
in appearance, they may loom...

All look like one another,
but together they make a view...
The man who plucked them,
says, there are many in the garden,
here, given are the few...

I decided to let them be a little away from me,
to live soulfully, they deserved to die in body...
I left that corner with a picture of only one,
Believe me, my space is still fragrant...

That's how roses taught me,
how to love and how to give...
Now, I know a colour can be your spirit,
and spirit is to love and let live...