Poetry Corner: The Red Rose

By Sidharth PK

Kochi

 

A red rose,

Was born

It was happy

Always

Shared a smile

With a boy

The boy was unhappy

It didn’t pluck

The rose

He spared

In the garden

To bloom away

The boy came

With a heart

And it opened up

A rhyme came out

From him

And the rose gestured,

The charm was felt

In the sky

Some birds too sang

For the boy and rose

They kept some

Whispers in secret

To hide from foul,

And they went away

Like the clouds.