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The Rose Didn’t Tell Me That It Wanted My Shirt’s Button Hole.

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.

Adios!

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