Every one was attracted to her
To only few she also got attracted
but none actually picked her
The one who picked also
forgot to clean her thrones
and was himself hurt
The looser rose
to whom everyone loved
and who was everyones favourite
never understood
what was love
The looser rose lost nothing
and nothing she gained
only she knew now
multiple expressions of pain
Happy reading!
Yours loving warrior
Naina
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Btw very touching poem
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thnk u mogu
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Keep it up dear and study hard.
In the garden, at a corner
Delved the small flower pot
With a leafless stem in it
It, no one ever have a thought
Slowly the sapling grew
Amidst the big fruit trees
Their leaves became it’s manure
And in length it did increase
But the growth was only
Height, leaves and thorns
And in the beautiful garden
It drew, spiteful scorns
To God, forth he
Put its complaint
Why it’s ugly and
Why it gives pain ( to every one with thorns)
To the query the
Almighty smiled
Have patience dear
You will be ready soon my child
And one day just before
The fiery sun rose
On the plant bloomed
A reddish pink rose
And fragrance spread
To all corners of the place
It’s beauty provided
Every eyes the solace
And it was loved now
By every one who saw
many wanted to pluck
But got pricked at the paws
Now it understood
The reasons for thorns
One you need to assure
Who is worthy to have you adorned
And believe me dear
When these words I say
In the pot, not lose
But a winner rose lays.
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speechless as usual I am…after reading ur replies👏👍😍🤗 thnx
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Not as brilliant as yours
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no I guess like twins..both of us were brilliant..or both were stupid😅
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Yeah stupid I can accept 😎😂
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twins😅🙈
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For thorns were as integral
As its sweet essence
And one learns the love
Passing through the pains
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brilliant👏😍
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And the fragrance of the rose
Spread to all, not only who chose
But it belonged to the one
Who was ready to bear the pain
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👏👏👏👏👏😍 frangrance no one could escape..
the one who it belong will love to bear the pain
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The who picked the rose
The one who brought it close
Deliberately didn’t remove the thorns
For he loved it for all it adorns
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yes correct…but looser was still the same..that everyone’s favourite rose..the looserrose
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A thoughtful poem dear. The looser rose!
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yeah thoughful..thank you!
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