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Thursday, July 2, 2020

Rose


Rose
a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

It's not just a flower,
Oh, dear desire,
Its symbol of love,
For you to admire.

Each Petal says,
That I love you,
Each petal conveys,
My thoughts for you.

Do you know my love,
Why this rose is red,
That's the colour of my blood,
Which for you I can shed.

Hold it near to your heart,
Be sure it is frail,
And if you won't protect it,
It's sure I'll fail.

Hold me, my love,
With all your power,
As dewdrops are held,
In petals of flowers.

Sunday, May 24, 2020

She is a rose, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India


She is a rose,
I tell you, I am sure,
Thorn's do testify,
Scratches are here, for sure.

Rose in the garden,
Brings peace to the eyes,
Touch, not the stem,
There all thorns lie.

She is Rosy, She is posey,
She is, touch me not,
Look not at a beauty,
Or else you'll be caught.

Look not at the wine,
When it is red,
She has power, to capture,
With her, beautiful eyelids.

Even if, you are caught,
You need not regret,
Such captivity is always better,
If captivated by eyelids.

Sunday, July 28, 2019

Rose when crushed

Never insult a person,
Thinking he is subordinate,
Don't, humiliate, the weak,
For your master will definitely seek.

Seek an answer for every idle word,
Every word spoken to humiliate,
He is going to judge you,
If you Hurt, insult, and humiliate.

Judgment Day is a reality,
What if you are condemned,
Don't you treat your fellow beings,
With such great contempt.

If you are a part of the vine,
Your actions would be fine,
Rose when crushed gives fragrance,
So should be your life.

R . A . Jacob

Saturday, July 8, 2017

Darling


Darling, you are so fine,
Too hard for me to define,
Intoxicating much more than wine,
Captivating, as I always find.

You are brighter than the brightest,
You are a ray of bright shining sun,
Dazzling yet soothing my eyes,
One look is not just sufficient.

Let me gaze at thee,
Let me refresh my eyes,
You are the fragrance of roses
You are beauty in its perfection defined.

Your simplicity makes me wonder,
How could he ever combine,
All qualities of grace,
And that too in wine.

Justice is the cry of the earth, a poem by R. A. Jacob

Every man has a dark side, Hidden in the dark, How dark must be the darkness, Of the people  who appear to be dark. Wash yourself of all mal...