The Rose Plant

The rose plant stands alone in the neighborhood garden,
The young couples gather there and the old leave their burden.
People of all social classes come and go,
The rose plant greets everyone, It stands there to do so.


A thief once came along and slept beside it,
The plant however greeted him, irrespective of his fit,
He was shot in the chest, he was bleeding to death,
In deep sleep, he was trembling with fear,
Next morning, the dead body was taken way,
The plant shed a few drops of tear.


On valentine's day came a lovely couple,
The sat on a bench at the exact opposite,
The plant shed a flower and looked at them happily,
As if had something to see and treat!!



A little child once came playing along,
Her parents were sitting on a distant shade,
She removed one of the flowers from the plant,
It felt agony but nothing could be guessed from it's facade!!


The extraction of  a rose, had given the plant pain,
But it knew the rose had made the child happy,
And it meant to the child as much,
As a piece of bone to a little puppy.


An elderly couple once came along,
They were living on the edge of their life,
The rose plant greeted them with a glee,
They gave each other a high five!!
The old man plucked a rose from the plant,
He gave it to his soul mate.
Life sometimes offers a new beginning, while ending,
The meaning of life is such deep and great.



In such a way, days pass by,
People of all social classes come and go,
The rose plant greets everyone,
It stands there to do so....