Immortality Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

The ruffian comes with fierce intent and picks the beautiful rose from the plant,
He tears the petals of it mercilessly one by one
And scatters them in the ground in devilish pleasure,
Then he confidently believes he has destroyed it.
But the devil does not know the class of a perfect rose,
Each and every torn petal is an individual rose,
Even the scattered petals are unique with their sheer beauty and fragrance;
Nothing can demolish the fabulous flower,
She is immortal in every sense,
She just grows triumphantly denying all the enemies of the hostile world
And writes her name on this earth with her eternal ink.