Sunday, February 8, 2009

O My Yellow Rose

by Mohit Khanna


O my yellow rose, O the tender one.

I want to caress you, hold you, kiss you, feel your bloom.

I want to smell you, shake the due drops.

I am scared; the process might hurt you, or else I might lose you.



So I prefer to look at you.

But my looks make you shy,

I don't know how hard I try, the stare, the ogle or the platonic eye .

some how all makes you dry.


I skip a sigh and start questioning my soul.

Pin my vain and the blood starts to pour.

You soak all of it with cherished smile

Bloom again and tilt a side.



I put my hand and you kneel on it

Ignoring the world and its rite

You give me love, I long for it.


(Mohit Khanna is a Ludhiana based Journalist with The Tribune.)

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