Rose

By Sofi Tyagi

Dear rose divine, where is your heart?

Is it in you petals, red as a shy blush?

Is it in your roots, growing long and far?

Is it in your bud, young and tiny?

Is it in thorns, cruel and sharp?

Is it in your nectar, sweet like honey?

Tell me dear rose, for I wish to know,

Is your heart as beautiful as you?

My heart is in none of these,

If you wish to know, I will tell you,

Where is it that my heart is.

It is in the rain that caresses my petals.

It is in the dew that adorns my leaves,

So much like tiny pearls.

It is in the lovers’ gaze,

As they look at me so tender.

Friend my heart is in the world,

That loves me so in spite of my thorns.

My beauty is in the heart of people,

Who look for beauty in the world.

By Sofi Tyagi