Once I Asked A Rose - Poem by Vera Sidhwa
Once I Asked a Rose
Once I asked a rose,
How it felt to be so beautiful,
And still have thorns.
The rose answered,
Since I have thorns,
People won't pluck me.
I answered that people,
Will still pluck you.
It answered they might but with great difficulty.
I asked the rose,
Do you like that?
It said I like it because I'm too wanted.
Comments about Once I Asked A Rose by Vera Sidhwa
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You