My Rose

My Rose

I watch you in my garden early morning,

Your petals wide open, yawning;

I tenderly hug you to sip the dew of your lips,

Forgetful of the green prickly tips,

Under your enticing scarlet folds;

A dew of blood on my finger unfolds,

My rose,

Feverishly I blot with my lips

The dew of your lips,

Dew as sweet as lovers’ first kiss.

Anita Bacha


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17 thoughts on “My Rose

    • Thank you Raj. I am glad you like it.
      God bless you too my favorite and faithful fan.
      To have great poets
      We must have great audience
      And you are my audience, reading appreciating and liking my poetry. You are great.

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    • Thank you so much for popping in, for the warm New Year wishes and for being there always as a good friend Manache!
      As we close chapter 2017
      And open chapter 2018
      In our book of life
      Receive all my good wishes for happiness joy success good health and loads of goodies.

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