The Fallen Rose Poem by Hasanul Kabir

A crowd takes no notice of the feet.
The green grasses, the red carpet,
Even the red roses of the garland
Get trodden having no mercy.
It's not the soft sole of the feet,
But the sole of the shoe that hurts.

A rose has the stings of its own,
But not enough to pierce the sole;
And the rose once fallen,
The rose gets deserted.
The stings dig the head finally,
And the smell gets fallen apart.

O scent less beauty, for your shake
Thousands of thunders make repeat!
And to increase your splendor,
The shower from the Himalayas comes.