FOR MY RED ROSE

Those long flowing hairs

those broad forehead with

sandal paste and bindi

those wide dreamy, magnetic eyes

that pretty face

that tall slim figure

that was you on your

25^th birthday.

I still recall the moment I gifted

warm kisses on your forehead

the first time in your life
cheeks and cherry lips  

those days we celebrated

our love to the envy of
the world around us

those days you gifted me red roses

those misty December days 

we illuminated our homes

with twinkling Christmas stars

and colourful bulbs and X’mas trees

our anxious waits for the Santa

in his long flowing crimson  red dress

his flowing snow white beard his dances

heralding the birth of Infant Jesus in a cattle shed

at  Betlehem

wishing us merry Christmas.

Those were unforgettable days

still unforgettable days

after twenty five years

those are priceless treasures

to me in the years to come

or until I breath my last

I always yearn to keep

those priceless treasures

close to my heart.

I know

your long flowing hairs

may have t have turned grey

or hairs cut short upto

your shoulders

your cute face may have

lost all its charm

your dreams might have

vanished from your eyes 

dark shades may  have

taken their places in the

valleys of your eyes

you might have turned

bulky in place of your slim, cute figure

I know not

but I know one thing for sure

you may  have evolved

into a different picture

but my dear

I don’t want to

keep that changed figure in my mind

and I always wish to

fondle that priceless treasure of your twenties

in a sense, I’m lucky

to be far away from you

far, far away from you.