The Black Rose

The Black Rose

A Poem by Kuldeep desai
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the one that was never really seen.

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In a charming garden, there were Sunflowers, Roses, Lilly and Jasmine they were glowing, Sun Kissed them every Morning.

Cattle stared standing outside, Pets made their way from the ground.

Sprinklers twirling to spill the water, the smell of clay all around.

And there was a black flower, what’s it called no one known

It was bent facing towards the ground, Sunshine never reached, and it was frown.

 

Sunflowers were the proud one’s, always had their heads up,

Roses and Lilly had scent of attraction where always covered up.

Attention was on all of them as they were all in together,

Humans adored them, Bees surrounded around for the nectar.

And there was a Black Flower, what’s it called no one known,

no one really cared and it was frown.

 

“It was born on new moon day” as Jasmine tells the story everyone are in disguise,

“Its cursed, A Bad Charm” Lilly announces and others reprise.

It could hear everything, Couldn’t say anything.

As those words were tearing apart the soul for black rose, but for them it was fun. 

Head bent down all it hoped was “May day will come and I will see the Sun”.

 

On a Sunny day the gardener falls sick and he couldn’t turn up to the garden.

With no sprinklers they were all distressed, it was the curse of black flower

as everyone had known.

They prayed to lord to take the evil of their garden down,

Some called it “Cursy” and some “Blacky”, what’s it actually called no one known.

 

On that evening gardener shows up plucks the Black Rose to take it home, every flowers eye wide open, they have won as they presume.

In his home he crushes the petal, grinds it into powder. Mixing with milk and honey as medicine he consumes.

At the garden Lilly and Rose cheers to the victory, Celebration everywhere clear and loud.

Jasmine thanks god, as he shows up next day healthy and strong their prayers were heard.

 

Seeds could be black before it’s a green sapling, Clouds could be black

Before the rain.

But a flower can’t , as black should be below not above, black is pain, black is insane.

To all other flowers fate, in the garden rises one more “Black Blossom”,

Its small still trying open its eyes.

But others gear-up, to fight against it once again in the long run.

It has already started to bend down, hoping “May day will come and I will see the sun”.

 

 

 

 

 



© 2020 Kuldeep desai


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Sometimes, the blackness there is in our life can hide a beauty we never could have imagined. What some regard as ugly or strange can actually be special. Everyone is unique in their own way. We are all a black rose deep within. Great job!

Posted 1 Year Ago


Kuldeep desai

1 Year Ago

yes we are all a black rose deep within.... Thank you for the review....👍🏻
Strong allegory to show a number of possible meanings. I do feel your point is mixed, one moment you're saying blackness is medicine, a good thing, but then you go on to say it's not a good thing, it's pain & insanity. Not sure what point you're actually making, but I was seeing this from a different angle anyway. As I read, I saw the child that gets shoved into the background on the school yard becuz he's "different" (in any number of ways) so the other kids mock & torment, which is his blackness (not that the child itself is black) but the people's response to him is what's black. And this blackness received from others who do not understand this child's differences ends up being his medicine, the thing that makes him grow strong & resilient, better able to endure hardships that all his happy-go-luck school mates. This allegory would be better if you did NOT try to make a point. Just tell the story & let the reader take whatever point shows up for him/her. I feel the reason the end of this gets a little mixed is becuz you are trying to make a point with your story, as if to explain what you mean by blackness. This confuses the story for me. I believe in an allegory you can just tell the story & trust that every reader will find whatever lesson is there for him/her (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 1 Year Ago


A lovely tale told in this moving poem about a black flowering plant. Like Wordman says black roses are rare and beautiful. :) 🌈 great work thought provoking piece of fine poetry.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Kuldeep desai

1 Year Ago

Thank you very much..... 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻
There are slight spelling errors, but that doesn't matter much to me. The story, and wisdom behind the moral make this piece an excellent poem. Congrats on writing a sad yet touching piece. Thank you for sharing!

Posted 1 Year Ago


Kuldeep desai

1 Year Ago

I will consider the mistake and will make the changes..... Thank you for reading and for review.... .. read more
makes you wonder,maybe all seeds started black,but the black rose is rare and beautiful

Posted 1 Year Ago


Seeds could be black before it’s a green sapling, Clouds could be black

Before the rain.

But a flower can’t , as black should be below not above, black is pain, black is insane.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kuldeep desai

1 Year Ago

Hey thanks for your comment... But am i missing something in your feedback as i think you have quote.. read more
Coyote Poetry

1 Year Ago

I was cut-off last week. The poem was amazing.

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