The rose which Ma had bought for me,
Was big and round.
Yet, I kept it in the front pocket of my shirt.
But the rose would fall out of my pocket and a small thorn of its stem,
Would get lodged near the button hole of my shirt.
Not once, not twice, not even thrice.
It happened four times.
I told Ma-“Ma the rose is constantly falling out of my pocket and getting lodged near the button hole of my shirt.”
Ma-“Maybe it wants the button hole of your shirt”.
I removed the thorn and lodged the rose in the button hole of my shirt.
Though big and round,
The rose looked really sweet.
I kept there for a few minutes,
And then laid it in front of my maternal grandmother’s photo.
The rose indeed wanted the button hole of my shirt.