Standing on the ground, so erect and strong

Bearing all the petals in its delicate womb

The rose grows and spreads its fragrance.

Sending the wise messages of wisdom to all.

It's a symbol of unconditional love and care

The rose shows how beauty is in reality

So beautiful, so soft and with such aroma

It does not consider the thorns to be its flaws.

Though they might make her appear a bit hard

The creator had reasons for creating her the way she is.

She knows it is the thorns that protects her from hurt

And keeps her petals safe from all sorts of evilness.

The innocent and pure rose might feel let down

When not even it's thorns could prevent its downfall

Such is life that we all have to pass through tests

Only few survives, the rest taste the loss and defeat.

Who can stop the one plucking the rose from its bed

Use it for its selfishness and then bring it to its death.

The once blooming rose turns into a dead and lifeless flower

Whose petals have been trampled and aroma drenched out.

With such affection she had taken care of its lovely petals

Facing the blows of weather that used to challenge her always

Now she just lies on the ground to be crushed mercilessly

Oh, why the world does not see how she added a beauty to it?

Dated: 01-04-2014