The Blooming Rose Does Not Care...

The enticing aroma in fragrance So spirited within the snare Just a single rose in a bush My wandering eyes carry me there The beauty appeals to a soft kiss My listless heart entrapped in care Wilfully I take a careful touch The thorns on the stalk are bare Watch out and mind your own pains The blooming rose does not care But please do not be envious Because many a bee buzzes over there Wilting and withering petals go off Slowly one by one in the swaying air My heart sobs by a painful pinch And I realise the rose is nowhere Stinging sharp bristles of pain Instantly jabbing towards the sky I find surrounding the green Colours then creating a masterpiece Pain in joy, hiding the beauty…