I am a rose, deserted and shrunken.
I am cocooned in the basket of glee and woe.
My scent blooms grimy corners
I sleep soon.
My tint leaves every creature amazed
man or butterfly.
My reflection sets the morning beams in euphoria.
For I am a pleasing bubbly brew
I am splashed with colours
I say “so long” to them soon.
I remain inside the shade of a harmonious bush,
Embroidered with fizzing dew.
My delicacy turns into crusts
The perfume gets locked in the cage.
The leaves frazzle
And the petals squeeze and crush.
I have been made
But my end has been decided in the twinkling of an eye.
Like the ashes, I unfurl my thorns to all places; bestowing with the warmth of days.
I am a proud flower,
I bow soon.
I blossom when no flower can.
I am a defenceless yet a defensible one.
I am a rose, with a flaw in me.
