Best Poem of rajat ghosh

Beloved: A Rose?
Oh my beloved, behold the beneath solid soil
Where the rusty roses fall after night's toil.
How beautiful and precious were in earlier night
When they're placed in our first flowerbed bright.
But look, how insignificant they're in today's morn
Lying with dog-ploded plates just before the thorn.

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Black Ink, Above Death
Thunderstruck it was when I heard
The news of my friend's mother's death.
'That she is no more', said a ground guard
That guards their door with full fathom faith.
There was flood of eyedrops made air grief;
Oh no! there was no water but a heart's pang
When I knew how she died in brief
And made me . . .
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