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    The poem contrasts the inevitability of death with the opportunity to enjoy life's fleeting moments through mirth rather than sorrow. It notes that roses are red, violets are blue, and death will come for both the speaker and the one addressed, so they should make the most of the few moments they have by living joyfully rather than dwelling on what cannot be changed.

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    The poem contrasts the inevitability of death with the opportunity to enjoy life's fleeting moments through mirth rather than sorrow. It notes that roses are red, violets are blue, and death will come for both the speaker and the one addressed, so they should make the most of the few moments they have by living joyfully rather than dwelling on what cannot be changed.

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    A passing thought…

    Samridhi Roy, XII-C

    Roses are red


    Violets are Blue
    Death shall come
    to both me and you.
    So why not live
    our moments few
    And spend our days in mirth
    rather than rue?

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