Roses are always beautiful yet calm,
with a crescent of green to hold the palm,
drops of blood that make it red ,
hope is what keeps the petals warm.
As days leap and nights seem to forever last,
with trillion dreams countless fasts,
all condensed in the rims as silent drops,
it's fragrance sweet should rob the heart as it must.
===================== uddalak banerjee
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