Rose
The rose bud The soft petals Clad between the sepals Oblivious to daily dismals Drops of water dribbled Gliding soflty off the sepals Not a single drop Reaching the smooth petals. Sweet Little Rose She was protected likewise by her beloved parents Shielded was she of difficulties Not a single hardship did she encounter They were deviated vehemently By this armour called Parents! The rose bud had bloomed Into a beautiful flower The sepals had curled dowmwards All the same supporting the rose. The rains came again How the droplets Landed ruthlessly on the petals! Poor rose flower was drenched! Little Rose blossomed Into a lovely maiden Her parents were bent with age Yet upholded their Rose. Challenges arose again How they bore down Upon Sweet Rose Poor Rose was burdened! - Tisha Axel