My Rose Garden

what’s in a name
that which we call a rose
by any other name
would smell as sweet

What’s in a name

That which we call a rose

By any other name

Would smell as sweet

What’s in a name

That which we call a prose

By any other name

Would reach you my rose

Today’s close bud

Tomorrow’s full bloom

Delicate rose

In the green prairie

Tune of solo flutist

Awakens the rose

Against all the odds

She opens her sleek petals

Bruised but still alive

After heavy rains

Petals of cute rose unfolds

Pride of my garden

In the cold winter

A rose frozen under ice

Waits for spring to break

Hi friends and readers

I wish the gorgeous roses that are smiling at you were literally from my garden

They are the beauties floating on the Internet that inspire my pen to water my blank parchment with the ink of my eyes.

I hope you read and enjoyed my first collection of haiku poems

If you haven’t yet please visit the link below

Thank you

Anita Bacha

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