THE RISE OF A ROSE!
B. V. R. Kiran
Betwixt the swinging winds and the swaying
trees,
In the morning light of a sunny breeze,
Beneath the covers of moist dew,
A great dream “To Blossom” grew,
In the heart of a little rose, red and bright
Into the world of life, by the waking light.
Sprang, the songs of joy in its sweetest
heart
at time to become a part of the nature’s art
And in the light of Morn and Scent of dew,
ArosE, the rose, in flaming spirits with life
anew,
As a jewel of the morn and the fruit of a
thorn
Like the delight of eyes in the light of
dawn.
In the procession of zooming bees drinking
its heart
Arose, the rose, in a friendly guise, in the
spirit of art,
T’s the very splendid yet a simple rose
In whose heart, a million dreams does repose
In the fancy of love, of kind,
In the fancy of mankind.
In wish that the mighty wars might cease
Arose, a rose, to bring the talk of peace