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A ROSE IN THE WILDERNESS
God and Nature, I thank you For bringing me down here In this world as a red rose But I do have a fear. In this wilderness I have No one for company. I have none to protect me And dangers are many. Hail or storm or blast of wind Will, in fact, in one go, Destroy me mercilessly And down in the dust, throw. It’s true that in wilderness, In burning desert heat, Or in the cool garden shade, A rose will smell as sweet. But this fragrance and beauty That you have given me Is of little use, I can’t Enchant anybody. • Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format • A rose will smell as sweet: (What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet)—Shakespeare in Romeo and Juliet. M C Gupta 12 March 2008
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