The blood-red petals of roses
On my table
Stirs something magical in me

Soft as feathers, the beauty it embodies
Takes me to regions of fantasy
That is sweet smelling, like nectar

The petals flutter in the wind
I touch them, one after the other
The deep red roses evoke thoughts of passion

But they are like the blood
That is in my hands
Never to go away…


(Extract from my poetry book published on Juggernaut–A Bit Like Haiku)

Published by Tashneem Ali

Journalist. Author. Media Strategist. Blogger. New writer of fiction. Reader. Poet. Chef. Music lover. Photographer. Singer.

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