(Asian independent)
Different colours having the same scent
But we do not know each colour really meant
Roses got thorns that colours do not have
I like them both and genuinely love them.
Blue roses are compared to the sea
Broad and deep, unreachable by me
Each petal is like clouds in the sky
Dancing and glimmer in the suns reddish eye.
White roses are like snow that falls
Bounces from its drop then melt after all
The scent is like bubbles that float in thin air
No one can ignore it even I do not despair.
Pink roses are like a lady in bloom.
As innocent like water in a desert’s lagoon.
Its beauty is unique, incomparable, and rare,
The qualities that only a pink rose could bare.
Yellow is the sunshine of all the roses.
Like the sun above that warms and blazes
With tiny buds that glimmer in the night
Same as the stars appeared in a silvery light.
Red roses……The most beautiful of them all
Resembles two different hearts united in one soul
Red as the blood that flows in every vein
It warms the heart and leaves no pain.
Their colours may be faded, and scent may be gone.
But its beauty remains, which are perfectly done.
The wind may blow petals and leaves.
Still… in my memory and heart, they will be sustained.
Surjit Singh Flora
