Those red velvet roses resembled my heart. <br />I wished to place them right beside yours' <br />in the pretext of wishing a very happy birthday to you. <br /> <br />But they bloomed in the V.C's garden in literary form. <br />Stealing was only way out for me to get them I thought. <br />I didn't think it was a big crime that I must restrain. <br /> <br />The night was dark and also I was in a black costume. <br />Hardly could anyone separate me from the darkness <br />as I slithered inside the rosy rows secretly scrawling. <br /> <br />Only two things now glittered, my eyes and the scissors <br />as I plucked those roses and put them close to my heart <br />safely there within my robe, fresh and intact. <br /> <br />Now that I think of those roses years ahead of time <br />I feel to know if they could reach there close to your heart <br />I feel to know if you could see the thief and separated his wishes from them! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />© Palas Kumar Ray.All rights reserved.<br /><br />Palas Kumar Ray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/those-red-velvet-roses/
