The Roses.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Rose, when you bloom and still fresh,
Enjoy the admirers, who look at you,
The texture on your attire so subtle,
Though a few pimples are found as dews,
The fragrance of you not so overpowering, but pleasant,
Though you have never used perfumed shampoo,
During raining and never visited a manicurist,
To trim and color the sharp nails,
You are so vibrant though you are in various sizes,
The way you sway while it rains and shines,
Standing majestically, gazing at the onlookers,
You are too proud when someone’s mouth,
Not closed when they pass by you,
Rose, enjoy your life, glamour and attention,
Until the signs of wrinkles appear with freckle and sun spots.