It's a poem about a poem of a rose which is compared to human emotions. |
"Roses" I clung to the faded walls with window panes, I'm merely a green bud at this moment. Lavish- my sister appears with no petals hidden, I'm merely a green bud at this moment. After few more days I'll no longer be a bud, I'll spread my red wings and become an adult. Our owner waters us every day and caresses my sister, She says my sister is beautiful in front of her daughter. Being a bud I'm despitefully jealous of her lustre, People come and go but never forget to caress her. I've opened my eyes and halfway to blossom, I heard our owner said I look wholesome. I saw my sister have started to degenerate, Her petals corroded and her colour faded away. Today I stand here as a full blossomed red Goddess, And my rivals can nowhere compare my success. I heard our owner's daughter said I looked beautiful, She wants to throw my sister because she looks horrible. I can see the lustful eyes with which people stare at me, They crave to touch me and own me but that cannot be. After a few days I get a little weak, But I'm strong and this weakness cannot kill me. Though it's my reign, I can see my new sisters grow, I get scared to see my elder sister's corpse. Next day our owner detached my sister without emotion, And they buried her in a place which I didn't know. My heart broke when I realized my petals aren't rigid anymore, I'm dying and I can see my downfall. Soon I'll be like my sister, I too shall die, Hope my thorn protects me to see another sunrise. Disappointed, I look at my sister, She is merely a bud but I'm despitefully jealous. Soon my sister will take my place, She will rule here and curse my senescence. I don't want her to see my pride cry, Tomorrow shall be a day I die, I die. |