Yesterday, I met a rose bud in a garden
Happy on the land which was once
barren
It had innocence wrapped all inside
Standing with thorns, giving it all pride
Wearing that scarlet colour, it wanted to be a queen
But it was a princess, like.. in her teens
Waiting for its right time to bloom
It daily bathed in sun and water sprinklers too
Finally the month of February came
And that very day garden was happy and it rained
Gardner thought of giving it a name
That in the rose festival it will be tagged as “Rose Jane”
Today, when i did not see it on the place
I asked gardner, “where is that pretty face?”
He said he kept it with lilies and tulips in the trucks and
lorries
And it has been sold in the festival of roses...
I kept on thinking while walking several miles...
How flowers sacrifice themselves to bring us smiles!!
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