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A budding rose in the garden of life
Born to bring new color
Dazzling in the gentle breeze
Sprinkling smile of beauty and love
Thorns set as barriers in its way
Yet, there were soothing comforts
Caring touch lifted in kind
From dangers passed by
No more a child again
Blossoming in its youth
Glory of beauty crowned
Lasted not for long
Pricking thorns hurt more
Time passes leaving weariness
Enchanted beauty vanished
With shedding petals...
Looked for hands of care
Loosing youth is teary
Seems to be reckless adventure
Turn into dark phase of life
Slow process makes it tiresome
Waiting for the very end
No more a shining Star
No more crowns of beauty
Paving way for young ones
Cycle of process never ends
Heading towards ultimate end
Till the Garden of Life exists...
2 comments:
Lovely poem. It is quite the metaphor to life.
Thank you Rose for that note of appreciation..That was really inspiring...
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