The rose that scents the summer day
and flaunts her colour to the bees
knows nothing and has naught to say;
her only talent is to please.
With fickle blooms and ready claws
she wanders where the rough wind blows;
her children left with hips and haws
abandoned in the wild hedgerows.
She leaves themn there without a sigh,
in swollen, orange bulbs they lie
but like their mother, by and by,
they grow to flatter every eye.
Well expressed thoughts and feelings. Lovely and very heartfelt. Thanks for sharings
The contrast between the beauty of the rose and the tinge of bitterness at the end is very subtle
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem do read MOMS SMILES If u please