A rose, she gave,
of hope
a sign of silent prose
unspoken words,
I find inside arose
More than my present woes,
to her, I owe my heart
I add no hues no shades
these words tonight I float
As I walk along the beach
the sand under my feet beckons,
offers repose, invites me
To write her name across
Tides may come and go,
the sand may stay or not
I hold her name across
the shores- this my heart
no waves could wipe away
this beach- always intact!
Kesav Venkat Easwaran
30 January 2019
Rose of hope! ! Love in the air! ! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A rose is a silent prose of love to read. A nice poem is excellently penned and we shall feel essence of this master piece of poetry. An excellent sharing is done here...10
I find inside arose. More than my woes, To her I owe my heart I add more hues, .. powerful imagination, love, no waves can wipe it awayy. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I find inside arose. More than my woes, To her I owe my heart I add more hues, no shades These words tonight I float... I flow towards you because i owe a lot to you my dear Rose. lovely poem. tony
Thank you Tony. Endearing words yours. Liked