The Beautiful Rose Poem by Abdul Wahab

A beautiful rose
With crimson petals
Bloomed in
In the back yard
She laughs and plays
Under the rays
The wind caresses
Her face, the rain
Washes her dirt
And makes her bright

Aesthetic sight
Worthy to be put
In the memory
Of the hard disk

The story is not so simple
It has twists and turns
Yet to get the climax
Before comes to an end

The cruel tale unfolds
The owner of the rose
Is type of Romeo
With colourful wishes
Better He knows
How should end
a love story


So He sends
A man of his gang
Very obedient
With apparently cruel
But artistic hands

Me, the gardener
A mere caretaker
Beg for mercy
But I am told
He has a better place
To keep a beautiful rose

With a pretension
Of cough and cold
His man comes
Spreads his hand
And plucks the rose

Before reaching the climax
Keeping the promises she shows
And walking down the miles of the roads,
this story ends in a tragedy
In a folder of the hard disk
He leaves for me only a tearful memory.