Rose Poem by Saddam Husen

ROSE

Through the warren allay
and cross by the bush-
She has never delay.

When she, where she stop
A perfume of joy and love, spreads-
It like, a Rose, paradise had rope.

Naturally, she was loved by every living
every nook and corner, she was praised-
In return, there was unlimited love for giving.

Always wandering, what's she looking for?
Every time perplex, hesitate and gloomy-
It seems, she has deep scar.

One dull morning, when sun was awaking
everywhere was shine but one place was left-
At one trail, folks were looking.

But there was dark, still and gloomy
there was no joy, scent or happiness
Rose was in deep sleepiness
and panting Nature begun to cry in agony.