Yellow Rose Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Oh, yellow rose of the morning,
You spoke to me of all the hues of your petals.
They spoke to me of the beauteous nature in front of me.

Oh, yellow rose of the garden,
Tell me something.
Does your beauty depend on the yellow sun?
Or does it emanate from you alone?

The rose told me that it was a natural phenomenon,
Not an affectation
That it's beauty of yellow hues,
Was not because of the sun.

Oh, yellow rose of the morning garden,
You are independent I see.
You don't rely on anything for your beauty.
And now the sun shown on it bright.