SORROW OF A ROSE

The rose that I loved too from my core 

Gets withered giving pleasure for momentary

Being mournful ask with mumbling voice  

“Why had you been bloomed

For winning my heart and now

you are going away leaving me alone

Dilapidated and decayed through age soon?”

Fed rose starts crying and falling petal says,

“Youth comes hiding tragedy of death

Gives birth new for beautification

Roughness consists there where

Changes Very rare, my place  

Far away from there and

You will regain me never.”