I love poem, prose and Rose
When touched Rose without care,
I am hurt; wounded,
Delicate petals at the top,
On the thorny stem,
Thorns surrounded,
Prose my deep wound with agony,
I relinquish with the pills of poetry
Prose and poetry constitute a plant,
The Rose plant,
Sorrow and happiness, they share both
The life that we have is a touch of Rose;
With care or without care,
Effect is seen by all..
Sorrows and happiness are two aspects of life. More it is disbursed more it is increased. Despite of all gratitude we need to take every care for fruitful springing of life. A beautiful write with a sensitive touching. Deserving full marks.
sharing sorrow and happiness, good feeling, both are the same, thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Prose and poetry constitute a plant, The Rose plant, Sorrow and happiness, they share both- - -what an interesting thought to write about! ! ! !