Rose, when you bloom and still fresh, <br />Enjoy the admirers, who look at you, <br />The texture on your attire so subtle, <br />Though a few pimples are found as dews, <br />The fragrance of you not so overpowering, but pleasant, <br />Though you have never used perfumed shampoo, <br />During raining and never visited a manicurist, <br />To trim and color the sharp nails, <br />You are so vibrant though you are in various sizes, <br />The way you sway while it rains and shines, <br />Standing majestically, gazing at the onlookers, <br />You are too proud when someone’s mouth, <br />Not closed when they pass by you, <br />Rose, enjoy your life, glamour and attention, <br />Until the signs of wrinkles appear with freckle and sun spots.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-roses-7/
