Where lays the beauty..?

One fine morning Monday

The small garden behind the yard

Is seen with the fine roses full

In the plants, Eyes are searching

The fully bloomed ones

Faced me to go near by the same

Right hand’s figures are very curious

To plug the one liked to mind

It is so pinkish in colour the petals

With its stem and thorns beneath

The leaves green in colour

When extending my hands

Thorns are acting on figures

As the reddish blood drops are oozing out

With release of pain bearable

Odor of the blood diminished the smelling

Fragrance of roses

Mind has developed a question,

Where lays the beauty...

Is it by the petals?

Is it by the pinkish colour?

Is it by the stem green in colour…?

Is it by the blooming appearance in order…?

Is it by the fragrance pleasing nature…?

All these are looking fine, like the

Heavenly gift to human, linking one to other

United for the better living,

The pink colour that is seen early in the morning when the sun comes out at the far end

Where lies the beauty, the same pink colour

In the Roses too..?

-AYYAN-                       02082010