The Rose Crusher Poem by Abdul Wahab

A seed I sow
In the soil long ago

Nourish the sprout
To make a plant
To bear flowers and fruit

I help the bud
To bloom into a flower

The breeze appreciates
The sunray delightfully plays
Though sometimes strong winds
Eve tease me

Never mind I carefully
Continue to bear the rose.

The long cherished wish
I share with butterflies and bees
To give the gift wonderful and surprising
To some one special.

Out of the blue
Comes the egoist lunatic
Forcibly plucks the rose
Tears it petal by petal
Crushes under his demonic feet

Now I am in paradise
With full of flowers
The demons are hanged
And send to the hell
To burn by the unimaginative fires.