ROSES

Roses are red and they sway,
as the wind sweeps, along the way.
Immaculate,attractive,pretty and serene,
scent of the roses arouses soul within.
Tender and brittle the flowers smile,
i want them now,for every while.

The shrub is tall,the heart wilts,
bleeds,cries and yearns to reach.
The rose espies with earnest eye,
unabled in deed,disabled to try.
Trials fail the feeble mind,
destiny smirks,couldnt be kind.

SALESMAN

As the train halts, the salesman jumps,
just as us all but with aplomb.
Not aspiring to sit,his day begins,
and would last until the crowd thickens.
With gentle confidence the man thunders,
justifying his meek product's wonders.
Prying for a noble consumer,
his twinkling eyes and legs wander.
As noone buys his amazing product,
he ponders on,mighty confident.
As you feel for the unpriveleged chap,
he is not finished with his balderash.
Then the trains halts,the salesman jumps,
just as us all but with more aplomb.