I woke up in a bed of thorns, covered by droplets of dew,
Unhurt, fresh and tender, All set to face the world anew
I looked around to wish the morning sun, all I could see was grey and red
I tried to breathe in the fresh air, all I could breathe was poisonous lead
Disappointed though I was, I knew better than to lose hope
There lay a long day ahead, and I was not the kind to mope
And when the people moved about, I tried to look my best as I smiled
All I hoped for was an admiring glance, A smile from an adult or the touch of a child
The people ran about , darting from chore to chore
Their lives were so busy, I wonder if they remembered to breathe anymore
I waited the whole day , Hoping some one would care
Finally I wilted , filled with sadness and despair
The world is too vain to notice, Too busy I suppose
The people have no time, To stop and admire a rose
Unhurt, fresh and tender, All set to face the world anew
I looked around to wish the morning sun, all I could see was grey and red
I tried to breathe in the fresh air, all I could breathe was poisonous lead
Disappointed though I was, I knew better than to lose hope
There lay a long day ahead, and I was not the kind to mope
And when the people moved about, I tried to look my best as I smiled
All I hoped for was an admiring glance, A smile from an adult or the touch of a child
The people ran about , darting from chore to chore
Their lives were so busy, I wonder if they remembered to breathe anymore
I waited the whole day , Hoping some one would care
Finally I wilted , filled with sadness and despair
The world is too vain to notice, Too busy I suppose
The people have no time, To stop and admire a rose
1 comment:
Fabulous..! It's a lovely poem . . :)
I pity all those who do not have time to admire this little Rose. . . and its creator..! By creator, I mean character creator of this little Rose - my sweetheart Achi. :)
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