The Golden Rose

"Roses are red, Violets are blue

My feelings like Gold

Is forever true for you"

The words mimicked in the air

As they sat facing

The truth at the table's end

It was the end, yet a beginning

 

The lights grew dim , the radiance gleamed

A drop kissed the brimming cup

And she drank it all

True, It was a beginning.

Like the realization after a mistake

A sense of relief

rested in her heart

The mist cleared away

And she saw him slipping

into oblivion

turning into a bleak memory

Resting in tranquility

She held the golden rose

Pinned it carefully on her scarf.

"Roses are red ,Violets are blue

I wish I could be

True to you"                                   

But it was another day today

Someone sat at the tables end

Trying to read his fate

In her dancing eyes

And it was the golden rose

That gleamed in her cheeks

No, she dared not to repeat

The mistake again

This one seemed more elite

Than the last one.

“Roses are red Violets are Blue

I will try my best

To be true to you”

She said, he sighed.