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The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.

But I send you a cream white rosebud
With a flush on it's petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips....

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Sharp heart cleft'd bud of rose
Like chaffy atween grains
It faded not full half wane
hath more breaths not a cease

If hath love of a seed
Would it be mirth as mates
On stalk.feel their dancing lead

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She was a bud ready to bloom,
but you plucked her too early....

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Hey Rosebud,
I know you have thorns too,
And you think it sucks to be in the world where people are more focused on your
thorns rather than the beauty you will be tomorrow,
So now you are scared to bloom,
But listen, Don't you ever,I mean ever be afraid to bloom,for all the beauty you can be
When this dark night passes
And the sun rises...

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I am a rosebud with unopened petals,
painted by my mother
with your blood.

Your blood flows through me,
and while you had to leave too soon,
I am not afraid to bloom fully.

And so, your memory will endure
in my heart and mind, forever.

Rest in peace, Papa.

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Raw and Unravished
(A Double Tanka)

She's like a Rose bud
A Symphony of petals:
Raw,and unravished.
Sealed with divine morning kiss,
Unused is her Beauty's bliss.

Wet with dewy reign,
She's too coy to fully bloom.
Ah, that faint perfume
Drowns all the diurnal gloom.
Her taste lingers full and chaste.

//Thought for Day//

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Pain is pure
fragrance of perfume
for our life.....

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कौन कहता है ?,की जीतने के लिए तलवार नही फुल काम करते है,
तलवारो से तो मैदानी जंग जीती जाती है ।
उसे गुलाब देकर हम तो , जिंदगी के साथ हार बैठे।

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