Wednesday, November 25, 2015

I've been a rose

I've been a rose, gently touching her navel
And slip down to her knee and her feet
And eventually be crushed;
I'd bloom again to start from her lips.
She would enjoy my thorns pricking her
And let every inch fill in the pours on her skin,
Dripping blood reddened me over again
As I smiled back as fresh as a new one.

©Chandrajit Mitra