Words of a Rose

Slowly the hidden Sun comes out
I start my day enthusiastically,
I attain my maturity when I get blossomed,
I thank the thorns for protecting me from the predators,
I attract the people by my color and beauty,
I mesmerize them by my perfume smell,
I move away from my birth place to find the purpose of my life,
I express the love and affection, when the words are lost between the lovers,
I along with my friends get together to make a garland,
I add beauty to a lady, when I’m kept in her hair,
I go spiritual, when I’m taken to holy places,
I worry about the people crying, when I’m in a graveyard,
I realize my life’s end only when the Sun says bye,
I’m proud to be a “Rose” as I'm useful even after my death.