Roses

O’ Rose
Reminders of days when I was not old
Low and high, you amazingly behold
Will you not live with your petals unfold?

Making your service to man and the Gods
In separation or melancholy, a consolation to the loved
How do you excel in moving hearts by all odds?

Weaved as bracelets and sewed in garlands
Marriage and parties, a delight in all hands
Don’t you ever come up with any demands?

Adored for your color and loved for the warmth
Bought for ceremonies, both births and deaths
Isn’t it difficult to express all in one breath?

Spreading the fragrance far and wide across
Scorned for the thorns, yet loved for the gloss
Are you not ever sad with the game played for loss?

An ardor of sensuality, embraced with divinity
Bestowing harmony with fine modesty
Do you know the word rose means enduring beauty?
O ‘Rose!