Truth-roseIt falls on the red and makes me dream,It blushes on the cheek and makes me gleam,In the ravines of spaceDoes the truth embarkAs if a gush of stream On the rush of stream.Nature turns manifold As the mind goes goldRoses red and stems churnBasking under the autumn burnDo they really bloomTo bring later gloom.Life isn’t like rosesFor life have rosesAs truth doesn’t foldNor does nature holdWilting under the ingloriousOne day thy soul tends to go the same.Incomplete in manhoodVociferous in prideWe do an AmazonOnly to find the sea endless and deep.Chances are few if not manyWay is one and only out of manyAs the luminous falls and I visualizeThe truth on the faceAs if a gush of streamOn the rush of streamBingo!-: Ishan Mukherjee
By Ishan Mukherjee [ 12/10/2005 ][ viewed 333 times ]
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