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This poem explains the beautiful life 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. |