The Rose

I still remember in 10th standard Geography class when I was pulled up by Liz Miss for talking and asked to read aloud this poem. Most. Embarrassing. Moment. Ever. The class thought it was a love poem for Rose and teased me endlessly. I died a little that day, I tell you! And never had the courage to share my poetry. Till now. Boo Yeah! 

Sensual incantation of scent

Blood-red heavenly angel sent

Pricking the fox who dares

Approach thy thorny lair

Passionate tango of romance

Thy fragrance with senses dance

Inebriated as they float along

Sways each to thy crimson song

Petals of gentleness adorning thee

Robes of scarlet jealousy

Regally they shroud thy soul

Sweet perfume so softly unfolds

As thee, my life takes shape

These dusty words, my escape

Thorny eyes protect inside

Soft, red scent, within I hide

As wild like vermilion fire

Thy radiance do I desire

Unbending under command

Of wind or rain or sun to stand