The Rose Recalls Poem by abu tarek md tahsin

The night lurks
beneath it's petals
of desire and death
as the rose recalls
drunken lives
and disastrous dreams

half in love
with love itself
waiting for their
wives and mistresses

in gated mansions
and ghettos strange

waiting
in empty sorrowful streets
close to midnight
as the traffic lights
flickers from red to green


the rose recalls
it's every petals
it truly does
half-hearted love
and broken lives

and as the invading morning
strikes deep
with it's glorious delight

the rose
from the night past
withers and wrinkles
into old age and memory
much alike
much alike
the lives we led.