Rose Is A Pity.
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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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He gave her a rose out of love
And offered a rose to greet guests.
He displayed roses in a vase
And placed some at the feet of God.
He made essence out of roses
And extracted perfume of them.
He sprinkled roses on the dead.
‘What sin did I do? ' asked the rose.
22.09.2019
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