A tiny rose blossoms and saw the first day of his life, it was excited
to see the first rays of Sun and wanted to get all of it on itself......
Then came a bee, it flew over it and sings a song...
Then came a butterfly, it sits over it and dance......
Then came a child he looks at the rose.....and smiled at it....
then he came near to it, slowly took his hand near the flower..
....
and plucked it..............................
Alas! the life of rose ended with it's birth, it wanted to live and grow...
it wanted to be of some help to bees and butterflies.......but......
Alas! it ended by a foe whose father had worked hard to make it grow...
Then came a bee, it flew over it and sings a song...
Then came a butterfly, it sits over it and dance......
Then came a child he looks at the rose.....and smiled at it....
then he came near to it, slowly took his hand near the flower..
....
and plucked it..............................
Alas! the life of rose ended with it's birth, it wanted to live and grow...
it wanted to be of some help to bees and butterflies.......but......
Alas! it ended by a foe whose father had worked hard to make it grow...
what a beutiful poem it is!
ReplyDeletethe ending is very suitable.
each child of a flower wants to grow up again and again, but a pluck will end up all....
Thank You. I had written this poem as my facebook status :-D But I liked it too much that I posted it here. Thank You for reading it.
DeleteOkay..... Sure I will check it :-)
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