Pritha's pomes

Some rhyme, romance and a wee bit reason maybe, bear with me ?

My desert rose…

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I gently crushed a red rose in my palm,
To the distant dunes, I let the petals fly,

Desert wind, I said, Carry this fragrance far and wide
Just leave the bloody thorns for me.

To which I heard a reply deep within,
As if the scorching wind now gently mocked me,

Petals and thorns are both yours to keep, it said,
Love and pain will both remain within thee,
To want one sans the other is to ask for a night without a star
Know that even a wilted desert rose, spreads its fragrance from afar.

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Author: Yours Truly, Pritha

Professionally have I OD'd on OD ( organizational development ) for over a decade and more . Personally, I am all about making the mundane a wee bit more meaningful and of course a lot more fun in the process. In the course, of course, I very often fall flat on my face, but the joy of getting up makes it worth the "trip" ! Visit, explore, and do write back what you thought, and why you will come back again or never ever; either way I am grateful you dropped by ! Am quite a scatterbrain which is synonymous with being a Saggittarian, so don't take me too seriously; I try not to :) on most of my sensible days. On "other" days, I have more than enough very very well meaning well wishers, who do that for me and land me safely back to earth ! What would I do without them I wonder ? And then I pause, and I often ponder. For all the times I haven't let them be, How on earth would they feel, they were saner than me? Arguably and not so humbly yours... Pritha PS: And yes.. a new mom at 41 is my new identity and I am writing a new chapter with my little girl one gurgle at a time...

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