Surfer's poem: Red Rose

I woke up one morning, and found a beautiful red rose, from a secret admirer, that no one knows.... writes Renu Khandelwal.

I woke up one morning
and found a beautiful red rose
from a secret admirer
that no one knows.

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Every day I would wake up
and there was the rose,
standing on my dresser
in a perfect pose.

Every time I looked at it
I thought of it as art,
because deep down inside me,
it was the winner of my heart.

Once the petals started falling,
I found myself bawling.
For when I buried that beautiful red rose,
it was full of love forever.

Renu Khandelwal
Rotary public school, Gurgaon
renu_khandelawal@yahoo.com