A Rose Desire Poem by Mahathi Mydavolu

That little rose was born with one longing,
...a weird desire that grew with pinking bud
and reddened with the petals blossoming...
alas to desert home, her roots and mud!

That evening she's seen restless and taut
spurning the buzzing gallant honey bees
and lo at night sighing and mumbling oft
and sometimes talking loud at nodding trees.

But well, by morning with a blushing face
she smeared her smiles all ov'r the garden blest
and kept waiting for her moments of grace...
when came the maid with trug, in silks well-dressed.

She cried 'It's time I reap rewards my sweet
of million births...at last I reach His feet! '