ROSE WAR
- Markazhi
- Dec 28, 2012
- 1 min read
ROSE WAR
In my childhood blood roses horrified me,
With its crooked witchy nails And enchanting trap lips. Conjuring even the new born sun, And queening the whole morning space’ I plucked moonlit frozen jasmines, Roses were strangers… But ,I love the rose syllables now, Punctuated by dark silence Sand winched between two petals, The claws of painless death….