I rose, I rose,
From the trampled soil
I rose, I rose,
From the dust and the dirt
I rose, I rose,
To become the cynosure of your eye
Alike me, many more shall rise and thrive
If given a small chance to dream and aspire.
Now friends, you might be just wondering
As to who I am
So let me to life's opportunities raise a toast
And tell you, I am rose, the flower rose.
A Beautiful poem. One more feather added to the beauty of flower Rose. I loved reading it.
The theme of the Rose might be very old. But as the most celebrated flower in the world is the Rose, you have rightly paid yet another a tribute to that sweet flower. Good rendering adds to the charm of your Rose sir.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
With chances to aspire and dream, one can rise and thrive even from the dust and dirt like a lotus or a rose! You have cast the rose not in its traditional mould but in a new frame, as old wine put in a new bottle! A poem with a unique stream of thought!