A rose that blooms in a graveyard
Is never considered fragrant.
Scarlet, elegant and delightful
A blossom who’s always vibrant.
Never utilised to make bouquets
Can never be gifted to beautiful brides.
Nor put in wreaths for deceased
What a pity life it has!
Grown gleaming in the corner
No existing souls to glorify.
The beauty never noticed by a mourner
Stood unwanted without an adorer.
~Geetha Vinod
Mysore, India
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