For Rose Poem by Olufayo Ezekiel

Beautifully buoyant,
Sharp shining,
Red radiating,
Flavoured flower.

Standing lonely on the way,
Pleasing to the sight,
And flavours the heart,
At every passing day.

Emotion moves a finger,
Cuts it,
Like a swinging dagger,
Mounts and stings it,
Like a bee,
And takes a flee,
Like a thief,
Hunting in jiff.

At night;
rumpled, withered,
Wrinkled, Shriveled,
Trampled Rose died after light.
But lives on with a breathing breed.