ASHLOK OS - THE LOVE STORY OF A RED ROSE
ROSE /ROSES :

That to the RED ROSE
A single one .. with Bright Red as the colour..
With a tender and Soft petals all over ..
Oh.. what is that .. it is the Honey dew or the rain due drops...
Which are transparent, seen, but the time I touch, it slips away,
Oh.. Are they my tears in form of the ocean.. which are stored for the time to come as drops..
Drop by drop .. ... or explode .. as the Hurricane...
Oh.. what is it.. below me... green and tall and straight...
When sliced ... students read as xylem and phloem...
Endoderm.. exo derm and mesoderm...
Oh.. it is the stem... green.. green..
Hard.. but softer ..inside with the green juice.. and standing tall.. for me"as the biggest support..
Connecting the Roots.. and leafs.. and my other sisters the buds
Oh.. what is it around me... the thorns...
Is it my own protection.. I created that the evil shouldn't touch...
Or if touched... they squeak ... in pain...again with my color.. called the blood...
Or is it that.. my eyes... are red... which wants.. to shed all the red .. red... horror away...
And feel light as a feather... from the bottom of my heart... as the white Lillies.. count 21..
Without... any misery.. and feel like the bird flying.. in the sky... as high as high...
With out worries...
Or is it the STEM... AS YOU... with the thorns.. as my protector, saviour, knight in the armour...
And the major support - GONNA BE.. IN MY LIFE FOREVER.. Connecting.. ME THE RED ROSE...
And the roots.. and become my life line.. Jeevan Rekha.. OR THE LIFE ITSELF...
Im a single rose... but my past... not sure.. what will it make you...
I don't want your pity.. I want you as my strength..
I know that you will be... do I tell you or not.. but time would come..
I will speak on my own...as I say.. I need to fight my own demons...
I need to let you in.. I did.. so I accept .. you MCP...
But again... I would like to say... at the end...
If I had not let you in - tooo...
I would have been cut with a little stem.. which is you... as always.. sticking to me.. like a glue.. little or more every time... but ur presence.. little or more.. you are there...
My thorns were removed.. I saw few more of me.. collected.. collated.. and bundled.. and yes...

"Received .. Thank you... "
It is for you.. from me... AS ME... THE WHOLE ME.. I LOVE YOU...
Again.. after drying.. I was kept by you.. in the JOURNAL .. .. yes your Journal Stupid..,
As the one... dried... cherished as memory.. of how our LOVE tale started..
Later... scented.. and restored.. in a small PHOTO FRAME.. and hung in our bedroom... as the MEMOIR...

So.. my life.. started as Rose.. met you as the stem.. became a bouquet... of LOVE..
I said yes... we are now together.. finally its me ... in you JOURNAL.. as the tale..
ITS ME...
ASTHA SHLOK AGNIHOTRI...
Red rose -Astha...
The stem with Thorns as the protector -Shlok...
PS : This chapter is inspired and written based on the track running in our
ASHLOK FF -" THE FIRST SIGHT" by our own POET - Anu..
Chapter 15 .
FF Link :
https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/110635894
Cheers
DV
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