The Tale of A Rose

By Ritwik Das

In a garden lush and green, a single rose does bloom,

With petals soft as velvet, dispelling all the gloom.

Its fragrance fills the air, a scent so pure and sweet,

In the dance of nature’s beauty, it stands tall and complete.

Each petal tells a story, of love and tender care,

Of moments shared in silence, of whispers in the air.

The thorns that guard its beauty, a lesson to be learned,

That even in life’s splendour, some pains must be earned.

The morning dew adorns it, like diamonds in the light,

Reflecting rays of sunshine, a truly wondrous sight.

In the gentle breeze it sways, a dance of pure delight,

A symbol of life’s fleetingness, in day and in night.

As seasons come and go, the rose remains a friend,

A constant in the garden, where beginnings meet their end.

Its beauty never fades, though time may pass it by,

In the heart of every lover, the rose will never die.

So, cherish every moment, with the roses in your life,

For in their simple elegance, they ease the deepest strife.

In the tale of a rose, there’s a truth we all must see,

That love and beauty linger, in our hearts eternally.

By Ritwik Das