black roses..2314hrs

i often ask my black roses
what is there in you
that evokes freshness all the time

they hesitate to tell their secret

i touch their petals
from a distance
and ask
if you say somethin

their silence
and my perseverence
i hardly know
the tough combine

morning of their hearts
eves of my soul
where is the secret

i ask too often

i soothe and coarse
their intellect
and beauty together

i am adamant

i am sure
a day come

they smile
with smiles of replies

that soothes my reverberated half
with the burdens
of self
of the yore
present is trial
future too distant

but my persuation
my love

it'll bring you
and me
close to my black roses

source:shipra.v