A fallen rose flower weeps
Tells her story to the friends
I am a fallen rose, once stood in bush
My petals were fragrant and butterflies came
For my look, honey, fragrance they felt
I stood in thorns but never got hurt
I blossomed in a morning with so beauty
I thought it is eternal destiny that I carry
And never thought I will be faded one day
Never imagined such a downfall and ruins
But my soul is brave to take the challenge
I will come back as another flower tomorrow
A rose in the thorny rose bush I will be
Ever the rule is there a down fall then rebirth
An event of death someone written of me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Roses and flowers have always inspired poets. Recall the famous Veena Poovu (Fallen Flower) of Kumaran Asan. Here you have spun a good one around a rose. Really liked it. Thanks for sharing.