The Rose Spoke To Me Poem by Vera Sidhwa

The Rose Spoke to Me


I held my bunch of flowers tenderly.
They looked so bright and colorfully.
I gazed at them all puzzled.
Their beauty to me was a riddle.

The flowers now lay there quietly.
I found them asking me,
Who I was and the I told them,
That I was their admirer.

These roses couldn't understand.
They told me they had thorns at hand.
They said they could hurt me in a second.
They could if they wanted to I reckoned.

But I conversed with them,
That I loved them and they me.
So there couldn't any hurt be.
And we gazed and smiled at each other.