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Oh Rose...!


Writing poems in English by being Deshi by heart is a challenge. Adding to it I am not trained in poem writing in any language. I don't know the technicalities of writing poems but I love this. I am not eligible to present this to you but since your critiques will shape my inks, I invite your kind attention to my stupid creation" Thanks! JV 
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 "I hate you,
And you must know why! It is true, that I am not you, And this I will never try!But hating you is all I should,Not because we both are with him here,But because we both were blossomed elsewhere!!
"Not I hated you when he proposed you Or when his hands were shivering to hold But when I was laid in market to get cunningly sold Yes, I hate you,Not because I you’re priceless or I am notBut because you are earned while I am bought
"My fragrance will never fade, It’s one more reason to hate.It is not like I will die neverOr you will live forever.Not because you’re more enticing than me But because your beauty will long more than me
"I asked my thorn to get his thumb bleedJust to outshine his love by my greedI hated when you took his thumb in your lips Not because you will hold his thumb for many daysBut because he’ll feel your warmth more than many sunrays
"See my petals are as soft as your lips must beWhile plucking me he was bent on his kneeI hate you because he gifted me to you He devalued, disregarded and disowned me Not because he forget me and feels all for you But because he used my traits to adorn you
"I would have been long gone Thrown and forgotten But see how insane you’re Buried me in the same diary In which
you buried all your thoughts I am drying, you’re dying But I still hate you Because while still he knows you I am incarnated 
and withdrawn

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"I love flowers but I never wish to pluck them because if I will pluck it will die. It will not remain the one I loved. Did I say to you that love is not owning it is in appreciating."  Osho 

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