Rose
- G.R.George
- Jan 1
- 1 min read
A supple rose courts scorn,
Yet dances with delight.
Vibrant and colourful,
Petals soft, a vivid light.
As daylight fades to night,
And shadows gently loom,
The rose retreats,
Concealing its bloom.
Not afraid of being plucked,
That's a tale of yore.
When men meddled,
Leaving hearts sore.
Deeper lies the fear,
An inner plight.
Being seen differently,
Stirs an unsettling fright.
Afraid to reveal what lies within,
A yearning for acceptance,
Desperation's twin.