Teesta Review: A Journal of Poetry, Volume 3, Number 2. November 2020. ISSN: 2581-7094
Roses
I
Each time I fall in love
Red roses bloom in my heart for a day,
Their fragrance fights with the dying
light
The velvet dusk sleeks into an olive
night,
Soft petals harden into emerald wounds
The ceramic echoes withered sounds
A hairclip pricks like a well-known
song,
I pour the damask evening into a serene
goblet.
II
The doorbell rings
An empty staircase stares at me
Like a bunch of roses in garbage bag.
You tell me her stories,
A dozen in an hour with
Thorns on a fragile stem in water…
We decide to say ‘Goodnight’
Sending roses in Graphics Interchange
Format
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