From the small stem I randomly brought last Friday home,
I planted it in a box and kept it near my window.
It gained light and rain water daily there,
As the season itself supported it t grow.
As I got up in the morning and opened the window,
A bright red rose had grown on the thin week stem.
With the fantasy to show it to all,
I extended my arms and tried to pluck it.
I got a sudden string and stated bleeding,
My fingers got pinched.
They seemed to tease me as they defeated,
My attempt to concure their red queen.
She was widely beautiful and concurring,
My heart each moment I saw it.
But it made my mind think,
“Why such a beauty is kept along with the rude and cruel thorns?”
When suddenly the rays of sun embraced it from all around,
Its petals grew and opened wide,
A lady with red velvet clothed smiled and said,
“Hie sweet little girl, I am the symbol of love and sacrifice.
If you want me, you have to shed out few drops of your blood,
like when you love some one, you always have to sacrifice few other things to get it totally…?”
I smiled and understood the real meaning of life and love….