A Rose
A rose does not know
How beautiful she was
How innocent she was
How lovely she was…..
She grows up silently
Blooms in the garden silently
She spreads God’s glories silently
Oneday she falls down silently….
She left behind her unique
Colors and smell in memoirs
She feels no pride in it
Rather she takes it as her duty……
Copyright © Mohammad Abedin | Year Posted 2014
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