A Rose

A Rose - by Bubbles Kandhari

A rose will be a rose all its life

Though thorns along its side may thrive

Rose is a symbol of youth and beauty

Kind, gentle, soft and pretty.

Thorns on the side do sometimes hurt

Yet protect the rose for all they are worth

To Aurora and Cupid it is all so sacred

Emblem of beauty and love devoid of hatred.

Bathed in the blood of wounded Venus

The white rose changed its colour since

Undeterred by the worlds callousness

It survives to spread its fragrance.

Pretty petals all so pure

Sad to know how much they endure

Nurture it with care and love

Being more gentle than a dove.

The little bud opens its eyes

Eager to the inviting world

Sometimes blooms and sometimes dies

With its story left untold.

If unloved will wilt away

Disheartened at the world that did not care

And left it just forgotten

All alone to despair.

Thorns may poke fun at the rose

Wanting to hurt it a lot I suppose

But can they reach at the height of the rose?

To destroy its fragrance and its pose.

No one can take it away from this flower

Try what they could in all their power

All alone it can stand

Tall, majestic and stately.

So soft and gentle

And what a beauty

Thus, though the thorns along its side may thrive

Yet a rose will be a rose all its life.