moss rose, oh moss rose!

a perfect crimson on bed of green

it’s stem stands tall n’ straight

a prickly embellishment of thorns

fragrance enriched velvet petals

some yearn the sun,

to be swirled around in wind

others gaze the eternal soil,

waiting to drop one by one…

dark clouds cast shadows around

moss rose…no, you shalt not wilt

reminder of spring and life,

of headstone and death too

 anxious pursuits of romance you breathe

flies n’ bees thrive on your nectar

 commands of “passions wild” you spell

under the moonlit marsh, oh rose

live some more, stay with me…

moss rose wait up for me

my time will end as I shall die

peace will surround me

this marsh may become my shroud

let weeping willows watch my procession

lie in grave right next to me

elevate me to a higher realm

where oneness is the reality

my moss rose and I the weed!!!

– Anoop Kaur Babra