The Pink Rose
written by: Prafulla Vyas
The pink rose drooped
Drunk with rain
Beads sparkled
On its pinky flesh
Fragrant and delicate
A fleeting beauty
For the wary eye.
Its thorny friends
Pulled and pleaded
Hold on
Just for another day
A momentary beauty
Elusive like its fragrance.
A click of the camera
Its radiance preserved
Forever.
Prafulla Vyas
I am a retired Special Education teacher and live in Milton, Ontario, Canada. I am an amateur writer and enjoy writing short stories and cozy murder mysteries. Sometimes I write poems about the injustice I see near me. My short stories have social issues as the main theme. I am a member of the Milton Writers’ Circle and the Mississauga Writers Impression. My favourite authors are Agatha Christie, Somerset Maugham, R.K. Narayan and Rohinton Mistry. Also Daphne Du Maurier. I aspire to write like them.
Latest posts by Prafulla Vyas (see all)
- The Pink Rose - September 30, 2022
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