Yet another day born <br />In a golden shadow of divine charm <br />The day was young as <br />I walked in the garden of heaven <br /> <br />Stretch of a hand away <br />I saw a sweet little rose, all smiles <br />A little rose of my dreams <br />Budding into a new life <br /> <br />I went close, and <br />Streched my hand in care <br />I bled, hurt me hard <br />I saw thorns all around <br /> <br />I saw my little rose <br />Dancing in gentle breeze <br />Blushing in innocence <br />Amidst a world of thorns <br /> <br />I streched my hands <br />I picked my little rose, <br />I brought home my dream <br />Sweet, young and tender <br /> <br />I kept my dream <br />With my God, at his feet <br />I prayed for a new life <br />A new life for my dream <br /> <br />Time went on <br />I saw my rose dying <br />I cried helpless, God <br />Why you did this to me <br /> <br />I heard a voice <br />A voice loud and clear <br />A voice from within <br />A voice of true love <br /> <br />I made rose, my son <br />For you to see and enjoy <br />It’s life, my dear <br />Don’t pluck and destroy<br /><br />Vinod Varma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-is-you-my-dear/
