Dedicated to my father Capt. Moti Lal Raina who left this world on 17/08/1985
BLUE ROSE.
Rose always fascinated
Be it any colour
Many colours I have seen
From pink to green
But never a blue
It has all the hues
hidden within it
In little bits
The ocean stole it
The sky stole it
So did my eyes
From a spring turned
frozen ice
Frozen is my past
Will let it thaw
When a blue rose I saw
Slowly will turn my life
Blue
Even if the rose is not true
Even if in any form I view
I saw it
My eyes are melting
No longer lamenting
Blue ponds are they now
Things are reached to you
somehow.
©sunita grover raina2023
17/08/2023
India
Digital art of my pic done by esteemed poetess and friendMarie Harris
