Amitava Sur - A Rose’s Generosity

A sack, full of rose
I see them to be for sale
Gives me a feeling
As if brought from a slaughter house.

I can see the sack
Being soiled with their tears.
The roses in form of bouquets -
Seem to be some decorated coffins.
Cleaned, polished and decorated
For their last rite to be performed.

After the felicitation or a party
They are no more so hearty,
Bouquet of smothered roses
Are found to be in the gutter or dustbin.

But the rose never cares these brutal atrocities
It spreads it’s charm and flavor with generosity.

Standing in a distance I went on thinking –
The tiny rose what it does
I’m nowhere near to it.

From the garden up to the dustbin –
A rose’s passage of journey.
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Amative (27.04.2014) 10 -00 am

Amitava Sur

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