In The Garden Of My Soul

By Sushree Sunayana Mishra

In the garden of my soul, do roses bloom?

Each hue a story, each petal a perfume.

Do they weave tales in crimson red,

Of love's passion, by twilight led?

In the ballet of petals, does the coral rose sway?

A vibrant melody in the light of day.

And what of the ivory rose, pure and serene?

A whispered prayer in a silent dream.

Do yellow roses bask in morning's gold,

As sunlight's warmth their petals hold?

What of the roses that blush in shades of pink,

Like shy cheeks pecked by the dawn's first wink?

Do the violets sing of twilight’s grace,

Their hues a serenade to night’s embrace.

And do orange blooms herald the break of dawn,

A fiery dance in shadows withdrawn.

Do scarlet petals dance with the morning's kiss,

And whisper secrets in hues of amethyst?

And do they guard memories in petals of blue?

Echoes of skies in morning dew.

Does the baccara drink the moonlight, in shades of noir?

A midnight muse, bidding shadows a silent au revoir.

Do roses speak of a lover's embrace?

Of whispered vows, in sacred space?

In petals soft, does love reside?

Do thorns guard secrets, kept inside?

Is it not a paradox, fragile beauty so bold,

Fierce and strong, in the garden's fold?

Do the roses speak in silence deep,

Of secrets kept, of memories to keep?

As I wander a rose garden, in wistful gloom,

In the garden of my soul, do roses bloom?

By Sushree Sunayana Mishra