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.
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Avan nalh thei tak em hotunu!
Lovely poem. Excellent use of metaphor!
@Seki, i ti lawmawm e.
@Darshan, thanks a lot.
nice. i like the image of rough hands and roses.
pink like babies' cheeks smells of Johnson & Johnson power.. nicee
*powder
@Feddabonn, hmm...
@Gauri,just bathed and powdered, yeah? Sweet.
*bows down* Nalh khawp mai Pi Mes.
@Illusionaire, thanks.
joy you can buy
joy you can bring
for 5 rupees apiece.. :)
@blackestred,the ironies of life!
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?
@Dreambeliever, they look boootiful, but probably commercially mass produced for sale, no real fragranc.
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