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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541919" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Bouquet Of Roses</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541919" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A BOUQUET OF ROSES </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541919" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When greeted by a bouquet of thirty roses<br>on the anniversary day, <br>A mixed feeling rose within, and I didn’t<br>know what to say! <br>But I thanked the Lord for that special day! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541919" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For long I had developed an attitude towards<br>roses you know, <br>As I watched its thorns and reddish glow! <br>When painted like the ‘Sunflower’ they neither<br>die or fade, -<br>A visual feast for the eyes, while olfactory nerves<br>remain dead! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541919" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Roses like humans when cut off from their<br>roots, <br>They gradually wither and fade, as roses should! <br>But its lingering perfume forever remains, <br>As I inhale, - I am wafted beyond the world of<br>the dead! <br>- Raj Nandy<br>- New Delhi<br>- 12 Feb 09</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Raj+Nandy">Raj Nandy</a></strong></div>

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