The Rose

I stand here with a rose as I rose early from my garden full of them,pretty scarlet! These faces make me to take up the gauntlet, I`m determined to fight and face death daily. Dreams fail,hopes dash, but my petals give fragrance, Many weeds gang-up to strangle my roses, but withered as they attack with failed doses, display of floral and stem caused the hindrance. Right from childhood this garden was protected, My parent did guide and tend it jealously, which has made me keep to the promise seriously, Out of this floral , goodness is reflected. Her pretty face is much better than the flax, which has made many oppressed men to relax. *Contemporary Sonnet*