LIFE OF A ROSE

I’m here to tell about my life & my name is “ROSE”,

Known as the symbol of love that you know of course…

My birthplace was a beautiful garden full of flowers,

Just like you I was also born with some dreams & desires…!!

The garden was on the huge street of Mumbai city,

I fell in love with rosy staying in the neighbor's balcony…

My heart was full of love as I was young & fresh & so was she,

The sweet fragrance of her body used to drive me crazy…!!

We used to see each other all the time from the quarter of a mile,

Our feelings were getting expressed with the exchange of smile…!!

One day I decided that tomorrow I am going to ask her out,

But on that same night only the gardener did cut me out…

I was broken hearted & crying a river as i had lost my love,

See the irony the symbol of love wasn’t able to get his love…!!

As a reason to live thought so what If couldn't get my loved one,

I can at least be the reason for someone to get his beloved one…!!

Making that the only aim of my life I tried to convince myself,

Was trying really hard to survive & thought it might help…!!

But all that was just a crap & wasn’t working out for me,

The time was running so bad I didn’t know what’s gonna be…??

I lost my charm & freshness for a rose I had become a big odd,

The gardener picked me up & rudely threw me on the road…!!

The only reason for me to live had gone to the drain,

I was crawling one road & no one could see my pain…!!

A person passing by lifted me from there seeing me half dead,

That is the man whose poems recently you people have read…!!

I had lost all the hopes to live & was felling like a big loser,

He gave me a new reason to live so I really thank that booker…!!

Yes, I had lost interest in life but I have got back the spark,

Today in PARTH’s book of poem I am the “bookmark”…!!

-by Parth Ghadiali