Rose! Proud be not. They say," you are
as pure as the truth”, but I refute, an emblem
of infidelity, you are. You must have had an
orgasm with diverse insects and bees, in
your garden, a natural brothel, but yet, they
narrate the vows of your chastity and offer
you to the deity. Listen to me world, listen
to the voices of my soul, recline not people,
if roses are pure……… so are the whores.
Roses represent a two fold thing, Beauty, and pain. Nothing that is good and beautiful in this life, comes without a price, that is why it is associated with, the deity!
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
Awesome, concise, even stark, very well-executed write, Bhuwan!
Superb write...
whether or not you love the rose
this write
is excellent
William
Ch'erie
Excellent job, Bhuwan
Reindeer
to write honest and superb poetry!Bravo!
Masterpiece!!
Love Tinka
This belies description. You seem to tap into the universal impetus in your work!
the insight here...great writing...
floria