Aditya Mudbhary - ROSE

It was love at first sight,
When i saw thee pretty face,
Nature sang songs,
With passion, love and grace.

I looked up to thee,
As if thy were my Juliet,
Although you saw me nothing,
As thee were already playing a duet.

The graceful darkness,
Surrounded me with truth,
It took me into ecstasy,
Although it took its loot.

And there i stand like a ugly rose,
One of its kind giving a dying pose,
leaning down as if thy heart were too heavy,
Exposed to love although the rose was unworthy.

Aditya Mudbhary

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