A RED ROSE

FullSizeRender (10)My parched lips touch the crypt furtively

The biting of the white marble

Down my spine runs shudders weirdly

My eyelids flutter in bewildered rapture

Drops of tear fall down my cheeks

Merging in the dew of a red rose hungrily

A red rose on your tomb lying silently

With trembling hands I cup the red rose

On my heart I press firmly

A token of your love,

A vestige of the unforgettable past;

The verses of my poetry

Where do they come from?

The rhythm of my song

Where does it stem from?

The fragrance of the red rose

Where does it spring from?

The words speak of your love

The rhythm speaks of your love

The red rose speaks of your love;

Of your warmth, your tenderness

Your immaculate beauty

They have woven precious history

Is this the end of our story untold?

Or the beginning of a new romance,

An eternal saga of two souls?

 

– Anita Bacha – Puttaparthi- India- 18 March 2012

3 thoughts on “A RED ROSE

    • Thank you for your visit and concern, Sri Sathya Sai Baba, the Spiritual Guru, became a controversial figure a years before he passed away in 2011. I am one of the few followers who continued to publish his thoughts and sayings.

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      • Thank you for introducing me to him. If he had such a big influence on you it does not matter what others may say. He reached you and you were able to learn from him. That is what is important.

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