Poetry

A Red Rose (An Acrostic Poem)

                      A t dawn I asked a rose bud, “What is the meaning of life?”

               R eplied red rose opening up slowly with nothing in it.

          “E arthly I am, always look up and never look down.

               D ainty and loveliest though soonest will pass away”.

R aised I am with thorns and thorns with me

        O ffer my beauty to those who respect the thorn”.

              S aid I, “ Suppose I pluck you and crush your petals”

                                  E radicate me to radiate fragrance, life’s aim fulfilled” It replied.

                                                                                                                                                                   ~Dr. Ram Mehta

                                                                                                                                                                     Anand, Gujarat, India

 

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