She was a rose, <br />Among thorns, of extremes, <br />Opressed womanhood, <br />Oppressed downtrodden, <br />She was courageous, <br />Even death which <br />She recieved courageously, <br />Perhaps courage <br />Was her second name, <br />She led a population, <br />In faith of developing it, <br />Tears rolled on cheeks, <br />At her assassination, <br />On many faces, uncontrolled <br />Grief stricken, she became <br />A matryr in a few days time, <br />On landing in her homeland, <br />What would have the earth <br />Felt where the tears fell, <br />Though a lot more blood <br />Was shed, we have nothing <br />But tears for a rose plucked <br />Before being withered by time. <br /> <br />Ravikiran Arakkal<br /><br />RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/benazir-tears-for-a-plucked-rose/
