The Rose! ! ! Poem by Rati Mehrotra

i saw a rose early morning,

so nice, all bloom in red,

so fresh -just getting up from bed.

The dew drops on it -because of last night rain,

made it gain its beauty all over again.

I smiled and it smiled back, but in pain.

I told 'you are the beauty of this lane'.

It replied 'What you say as dew, are my tears..

last night torrent rain filled me with fears

i thought God wants me to die

i struggled whole night to survive

These tears are to thank God -whom i judged so wrong

For after this rain He made me so strong'