Shikha Tatwadarshi - Parashar

A ravishing beauty,

With skin as soft as that of newborn,
Her ruby lips all lush and moistened,
Her cheeks rosy,

Her voice sensual and intoxicating

Such was my Rose;

She made the most beautiful bride the era had ever seen

She was beauty, she was grace, she was mine.

Elizabeth Rose Thomas was finally mine.


My Rose, stood tall in face of all tantrums

When I embarrassed her by singing ‘Twinkle Twinkle little star” at her sweet 16;

When I threw her phone down the hill top just because I wanted to spend time alone with her;

Oh !! When I wore that long fluffy purple dress with that ugly yellow hat at her office party just because she made me so damn angry;

Yet, she braved them all with patience and love.


She even stood proud by my side when our friends, our society made fun…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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