keeps us going
a better tomorrow
we envisage
do we see?
Nope, we still hold
to see many tomorrows
this hope sustains
the will pulls us on
the man lives through.
Roses hold an enticing sight
no matter where they lie
be it on the plants around
be it strewn on the ground
they captivate the eyes
no matter what be their size
the smallest winks at you
while the biggest greets you
the blush seen in the red one
overwhelms us with a fun
the rosy rose smiles coyly
stretches our imagination extensively
there is abundant peace in the yellow rose
it is a transcendental feel in pose
that be of all the roses in a song
could also be a bouquet in form.
What then holds value?
cosmos turns a zero
man is null and void
Hands of God rule with authority
man rotates on his own axis in concentric
all with a selfish desire
goes in a circular mode entire
the start reaches the end
the end comes back to the start
around and around he revolves
thinking of himself alone
that be the darkness in stroll
as we go through the scroll.