SLEEPING ROSE

My Rose sleeps there near a fresh rose from the garden

with no thorns of secret pride in her white twigs to unburden.

Petals of her cheeks dazzle  in the mirror of the  full moon

peeping with intense midnight beams , her face to brighten ;

nuances of smiles lurk on her lips, suffused with  pink dreams

when she moves leaves of her hands slowly towards heaven .

You don’t  know how much the rose in repose on the  pillow

envies you  but to slowly fade into its own hate-burns below ;

and  as the lilies of your smiles unfold  into full –night- bloom

to shredded petals of vague fears, the other withers in gloom .

Crushed  under foot of an unseen time it dies in just a little while

and  lies crumpled under weight of shadows of your radiant smile ;

when your dreams stretch out to infinity to catch bliss from eternity

after moon has cleared its way out of ephemeral clouds of anxiety .

@ copy right : saroj k. padhi/ 28/01/15