The Rose I Loved

A crimson bloom amongst the buds

It’s magic hue caught my eye

A pretty rose yet untouched

Under the open sky

 

Silently played the hand of fate

Smote my hand, my luck

For while I nursed the prick of thorns

Else the rose did pluck

 

I know not of the stranger

Nor the vase it fill

But the fragrance of that rose

Fades not from memory still

 

 

...................(c) 1978 Ravinder Malhotra