Oh The Rose Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Oh the rose, you grow in space,
In vast and black space.
Your red color and the black of space,
Confound me.
How can this be?

Oh the rose, you grow in mud,
In vast patches of mud.
Your red color and the brown on mde.
You confound me.
How can this be?

Oh the rose, you float on the sea.
In the blue white vastness of the sea.
Your red against the blue.
It confounds me.
How can this be?

The red rose bloomed even more,
As if swelling with vast thought.
The rose said, whatever you want,
To be, you can be.

Where ever you want to go,
You can go.