Me and a Rose
in one hill station,
on a cloudy evening,
in a beautiful flowery park,
i was waiting for my dear.
i'm the lonely one in the park.
but i had a companion.
my companion is a yellow rose.
rose looked bright and i looked dull.
because, my dear was not near me.
he/she resides inside my heart.
but now not in front of my eyes.
my eyes was searching for him/her.
in distance he/she came.
by seeing him/her i became energetic.
that time rose felt jealous on me.
not by seeing my face brightness.
but by seeing the depth of my love.
many poets and artists use only rose for comparison.
beauty means that lies in rose.
rose is a symbol of love.
but in one second, my dear made that rose to feel jealous on me.
love gave me that energy.
not only because of love, its because of my dear.
that rose's jealous is the depth of my love.
he/she fallen in my love.
that depth wot allow him/her to go out of that.
it will take him/her to the high position.
it will gain him/her name and fame.
that is the power of my love
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