Rose Bushes Saga
It was spring then
A long time ago
There was the beloved
You were there
There was no rose bush
I was poor, I had no house
There was no rose
I could not afford to buy you flowers
One stray rose from next-door dared peep over the fence
I stole one from the neighbour's bush
No flower was safe from my seeking eyes
I would seek other flowers to give you
It is spring now
This season reminds me of past love
There are many rose bushes
I am not poor now, I have a house
There are many roses of many colours
I can afford to buy you all the roses you want
They wither on the vine
But you are not there anymore
Even the neighbour's flowers taunt me, leaning over the fence
I have no heart to pick the flowers now
Copyright (c) Kannan Narayanamurthy 2015
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