The White Rose …

Once upon a time we were sitting on the beach.

`wish you were a flower….’said I .

` I would b a rose ‘,replied she,instantly.

`which one? Red or pink,blue or black?’

`of course a white rose!’ .said she ,wearing a beautiful smile.

I looked at her face, being curious. she was busy playing her anklet.

I looked at the sky….

The moon has come out, glowing all white…………

just like a white rose !!!

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Manoj Kishore Nayak

Hitherto known as the "Tissue Paper Poet" and credited many a times with initiating the same genre of poetry I, contemplated of writing this blog where I could inter-alia, endeavour to write my random thoughts and publish that of others. The blog will contain subjects of myriad hues ranging from poetry & travelogues to sundry incidents. Being a 'bookaholic' I would like to tell you about the books I read and the authors I meet across the corners which will quench your thirst for literary entertainment and will impart a certain cachet to your intellectuality. Read More...
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