The magical rose
Granny gave me a red rose
as magical as a genie's lamp
An ice cream was all i could ask for.
I've always had it tucked
underneath my dark hair
A tincture of color in my faded cosmos.
At times , the prickles made ne bleed
provoking a desire of abandoning it
But it also alleviated all the miseries of life .
Rose became my intoxicant
devoid of lethality
Could never be alone till i had this home.
Eventually, it lost its scent
and manifested discoloration
The sky was gloomy as this dusk had no dawn.
I bid goodbye with white roses
on grave of that red rose
Now , its petals reside in pages of my book.
My daughter is as delicate as that rose
dressed in black she asks me
An ice cream ?