The dark clouds have hidden the sun,
the breeze turns to an impending storm,
Birds fly home as to them the day is done.
the dark sky opens up, it pours and pours.
I cling to my stem as tightly as I can,
the wind pulls at me and also at my siblings.
I try to avoid the wind and the rain,
behind my small branches I am hiding.
The branches and leaves bend to the terrain,
the wind tugs and the rain keeps falling.
Pressure of rain my brothers can not sustain,
they get carried away by rivulets forming.
The storm stops and so does the wind,
the clouds vanish and the sun comes out.
Above my leaves and thorns I lift my head,
The droplets from my petals fall about.
A wise man said that you only live twice,
once for your yourself and once for dreams.
However, I am rose but I live thrice,
You can't imagine what I mean.
Firstly, I live for myself
then to give beauty to everyone's eyes.
Finally before I die
I provide fragrance to all and sundry.
renukakkar 17.7.2017
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In spite of storm and rivulet the rose lifted its head from leaves and thorns and beautified the nature. It said.. .. let it be auoted... Firstly, I live for myself then to give beauty to everyone's eyes. Finally before I die I provide fragrance to all and sundry. We get a lesson from rose. It is a highly imaginative poem based on philosophy having thrilling expression with nice collocation. Thank u dear madam, you have got full vote.
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Write comment. Imagination, Renu. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks