The Rose Poem by Maida Iftikhar Chikan

Buried beneath the soil,
its hard for me to breathe.
Then my thirst you quench
by feeding me water to stay.
In that fell clutch of circumstance,
I never loose hope,
just stand and excel up high
but then sprout
out of the wildest darkness.

So my tender self then
is weak to stand
but in brightness, I rejoice
So time starts flying
till I stand strong
like The Rose plant

The dawn often adorns me
just like a bride
with pearly dew
sprinkled on my buds and leaves.
Then arises warmth
but my pearls fade away
and cease to stay with me.

So this be my fate
but i continue enduring.

But someday then
I find myself all lost
in the hands of 'your beloved'!