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The Rose

One of the first roses that bloomed in my little garden
The following poem was inspired by it. 


Why do you look so penitent
like Tagore’s flower
that asked the master
to pluck it without delay
lest it droop and drop into dust?

Aren’t we all made for the dust?

You leave me wondering, however,
whether it’s the same master
that created the night’s worm
which seeks out your bed
of crimson joy.

Isn’t the worm made for the dust too?
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  1. IndraniSeptember 6, 2016 at 9:19 AM

    I wish there were roses blooming in my garden too... then may be I can pen some wonderful poetic lines like these. :)

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  2. Anupam PatraSeptember 6, 2016 at 10:39 AM

    We, the worm, the rose, are all going to dust one day, whether the Master wanted it or not.

    Deep. This one.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalSeptember 6, 2016 at 1:03 PM

      Yes, dust is the ultimate reality. In the meantime the worms enjoy the real delights :)

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  3. Amit AgarwalSeptember 6, 2016 at 11:55 AM

    Profound!

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  4. Pranju chakrapaniSeptember 6, 2016 at 12:26 PM

    Death makes us same, what differentiates us is the life we live :) And is life worth living without acknowledging each moment?

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalSeptember 6, 2016 at 1:07 PM

      The lamb and the lion, the rose and the worm... Why did the master have to be so cruel?

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  5. Purba chakrabortySeptember 6, 2016 at 1:28 PM

    Profound and beautiful :)

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  6. Renu VyasSeptember 6, 2016 at 9:06 PM

    Beautiful words !

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  7. Durga Prasad DashSeptember 7, 2016 at 11:11 PM

    Wonderful. Loved reading your poem

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  8. sunaina sharmaSeptember 7, 2016 at 11:51 PM

    Beautiful poem.....liked how you brought Blake and Tagore together.....We are all made for the dust....but till we reach the end, a gentle touch would suffice....

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalSeptember 8, 2016 at 6:01 AM

      A gentle touch, yes. The Buddha would nod in assent.

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