The Pink Rose, a poem by Prafulla Vyas at

The Pink Rose

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

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