ROSÉ

 Two unlike bouquet of grapes,

Growing in the same vineyard.

One was too sweet.

One was too sour.

 

Both hanging from the mother tree.

Both eager to be extraordinary.

 

As the vintner walked past them.

They whispered,

‘Pick me!’; ‘No! Pick me!’

The worker smiled,

As he gently harvested them.

 

‘What if I put them together?’,

He wondered.

He took a leap of faith,

And finished the course.

 

With every sip he took,

He felt satisfied and fruitful.

Both fulfilled the other,

Creating a perfect blend

For a perfect rosé.

-Manya Singh Patel