A Rose
Romantic Poetry in English
Call it a flower
Or a bunch of petals
It will serve you
The way you want it to
From a bud to a blossom
It takes a beautiful process
As if a baby is blooming out of a womb
Without a cry
It grows on its own
quickly
With no safety, no protection
To live a day or two as its lifetime
Give it as a token of love
Or rest it on the dead
It will serve you
The way you want it to
Both in Love and fate
It takes a difficult process
To not react but be a passive soul
Without a flinch
It settles on its own
Slowly
With no advice, no succour
To only be a source of fragrance
Knit it into a garland
Or ripe it petal by petal
It will serve you
Despite after its own death
Both in worship and hate
It now takes nothing for the petals
Which no more resemble a flower
To dry in the humid air
A Source of Fragrance
a symbol of Romance
an epitome of divinity
Or other times
A mere object of decoration
Rarely though
It is left attached to its stem
nurturing from its roots
swaying merrily
with the wind
to be nothing but just a Rose
which has life of its own
So that it can serve you
The way it is meant to
