Rose



The rose bud



The soft petals



Clad between the sepals



Oblivious to daily dismals



Drops of water dribbled



Gliding softly 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 downwards



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!

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