An evocative poem about nature and beauty by Sushant – exclusively for Different Truths.
From a fair life, A rose is plucked. The intellect is teased, Heart starts guiding With the pounding beats. No castle of sleep Can evade the dream From reaching its top. Too general, Too quick You have lived. Again, the dream wants life With no eyes shut. Be the unknown future, It’s still flowering like a rose. That has forgotten its thorn A rose is an essence. It is the perfume of belief – Its spell amuses me. A rose kisses the blowing wind, And attains the whole world; You pluck only as an excuse To charm the beauty.
Picture design by Anumita Roy