Can I Be A Rose?

Can I be a rose,

In the world,

Full of thorns?

Why should I ,

Not glow,

In the world of,

Highs and lows?

To spread out,

My vibrant scent,

An enchanting appearance,

Metaphorizing effervescence,

My smooth petals,

Radiating a glance,

Of beauty so divine,

In form of colours,

Oh! How can my

Role be forgot!

An embodiment of love,

A sign of proposal,

Of a feeling eternal,

When soft wind blows,

I want to sway,

Along its flow.

I believe that I,

Can be a rose,

Entitling a poetry or prose,

That’s when I think,

Yes, when I speak.

©Swati Sarangi