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Rosy
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Rosy

Rosy lips with golden hair,
Flying in the fair weather,
Looks like and angle
Not anymore show her anger,
When Rosy smiles he smiles too,
When Rosy cries he cries too
Share ness of smile and cry;
Is the happiness of life?
No, other damsel can he glimpse
Like Rosy lips with blue eyes?
In this misty hour-
In his sight as lover
She is a lass none other,
Rosy lips with dreamy eyes,
Suddenly turn vile and pale-
What a grief sweet Rosy tells the tale.
In her tongue sweet voice lies;
Life of Rosy was lost twice.
Sweet echo of Rosy voice-
Still a hamlet people hear and rejoice.
People searched Rosy time and again
Rosy was no more seen attain
In this present world of disdain
And all search and research go in vain.

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Comments (1)

Competent use of rhyme and a good poem.