A RED ROSE

I was waiting,
 For my prince
 Who put a ring on my finger,
 In a dream at dawn.
 I was at the window side,
 And I saw roses are more red,
 In my garden full of flowers.
 As the time went on,
 I was still at the window side,
 And still dreaming my prince.
 The flowers in my garden are doomed;
 But still there is a rose...
 And it is red much as early
 (Like my hope)
 .
 .
 Athul R T
"every piece of literature has a story of human life to tell. As this poem says so"