Real Rose

Take roses, take beautiful roses,
last evening an innocent child,
barefoot, in tattered clothes,
was screaming and running
from person to person…

He didn’t know
why people were buying roses,
and what day it was,
but for him
it would certainly be
a good day
if all his roses are sold
by the end of the day…

He was given some roses
with instructions to sell them
at a fixed price,
some people went ahead
after asking the price,
while some bought,
and for every rose so bought,
a rose blossomed
on his soft cheeks…

I also bought one
just to see one on his cheeks,
but I still wonder,
which is the real rose,
the one that blooms
on his cheeks or the one
that stings in his hands…

–Kaushal Kishore

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