Friday, October 16, 2009

roadside roses

roses, lovely roses—
pink like babies’ cheeks
yellow like morning sunbeam
dark red like lovers’ heart blood;

five rupees a piece—
beauty for money
joy you can buy
on the roadside.

grubby tattered children
worn out women with rough hands
peddle roses, lovely roses.

13 comments:

Sekibuhchhuak said...

Avan nalh thei tak em hotunu!

Darshan Chande said...

Lovely poem. Excellent use of metaphor!

mesjay said...

@Seki, i ti lawmawm e.

@Darshan, thanks a lot.

feddabonn said...

nice. i like the image of rough hands and roses.

Gauri Gharpure said...

pink like babies' cheeks smells of Johnson & Johnson power.. nicee

Gauri Gharpure said...

*powder

mesjay said...

@Feddabonn, hmm...

@Gauri,just bathed and powdered, yeah? Sweet.

illusionaire said...

*bows down* Nalh khawp mai Pi Mes.

mesjay said...

@Illusionaire, thanks.

blackestred said...

joy you can buy
joy you can bring
for 5 rupees apiece.. :)

mesjay said...

@blackestred,the ironies of life!

DayDreamBeliever said...

the first thought that came into my mind was, would those be roses that have fragrance, or the ones that are prefectly shaped,with no fragrance at all?

mesjay said...

@Dreambeliever, they look boootiful, but probably commercially mass produced for sale, no real fragranc.