A rose bud wished to be the most beautiful rose,
It dreamt to be a sign of love,
Spreading fragrance anyhow,
That's what the rose bud dreamt to be
When it would be picked up from the rose tree.

Not for a remembrance in graveyard,
I want to be an exemplar' I love you rose ' it said
For passion and love to spread.

It was summer,
The rose bloomed beautifully everyone murmured,
Its efforts paid off,
When a florist bought it to his shop.

The rose waited for someone to take it ,
To make a beautiful love kit.
He came with a delightful smile,
This red rose I will buy,
To give to my valentine 💝 .

The red rose smiled with its morning dew,
All my dreams have come true.
It enjoyed the moment when his girl held it in her hand,
I feel I am in some fairyland.

She said to her boy with a sparkling smile,
I will treasure this rose till I am alive.
She kept the rose in her secret book
Rose lived it's dream in full,
And remained happily in her book.

Few days later it withered away,
The girl kept it anyway ,
Though it withered it remained alive ,
As a symbol of love in the heart ❤ of that girl and her boy.

# we have to die one day but die with grace and as a symbol of love.
© POONAM