I wish to be like a rose.
delicate and strong,
I can never emulate.
The flower, nestles
between thorns,
acrobatic in style.
The petals, express
concern, small and soft
but remain steadfast.
The fragrance mild
and pleasant spreads
remains forever.
Those in bunches
of four and five
claim solidarity.
The single ones
reminiscent of royalty,
emit grace.
Life is not a bed of
roses cautions
the prickly thorns.
The beautiful rose
inspires with passion
entices with loveliness.
Meenas Poems 