Three Red Roses

Three blood red roses bloomed

I saw them through the window

One gone when I tried to have another glimpse

By the evening there was only one smiling

I prayed to see it again in the morning

To my happiness it has survived the night

But as the sun went up no rose in the sight

Nor the wind or the sun stole them

It were humans who love beautiful things

And plucked them in admiration!

“It really breaks my heart whenever I see people plucking flowers. How I wish if they could have seen a few more sunrises or maybe smiled for a few more hours!”

© [Charu Gupta] and [Potpourri of life] [2018].

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