The Desert Rose!

A beautiful red rose left on my pillow in Hyatt,  Muscat!

I was a Rose and I grew in the desert,
Intense dazzling red in color,
Large were my petals and proud I was,
As I grew a beauty alone, much desired...

I cherished my youth for a few moments,
The wishful sighs of other competents,
I lived a dream many wish for,
An exquisite perfection much to adore...

My astounding beauty and luring scents,
The hollow joy of envied repents,
I basked in the warmth of the glorious sun,
I lived alone and cared for none...

And then I had a dream of a land,
So far, so distant, so calm, so grand!
There were crimson flowers smaller but many,
And frisky birds making merry...

Those fountains of water and endless rivers,
Those singing birds that gave me shivers,
They had friends, and resonant love,
They were what I didn't live above...

And as the time passed the dream became a Vision,
A lust, a hunger, a consuming obsession,
I tried in vain to achieve what wasn't mine,
The birds, the love, the water crystalline...

The pure, the untouched virgin beauty,
The mirth, the laughter, the abundance so lovely! 
Smashed my pride in countless pieces,
I drooped, I swaggered as I knew my vices!

I tried again to brag my colors,
All in vain, I could feel the shudders!
And now I stand again as before,
Alone, desolate, dying, ignored...

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  1. nice...i like it
    dint know you'll be done with the poem so soon...kal hi toh baat hui thi..

  2. umm goooood words :)
    but a sad ending ... :)

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  5. Sad poem of not appreciating what we already have. Good job

  6. Sometimes we don't appreciate a good thing when we have it.
    Your poem reminds me of a 60's song, "Big Yellow Taxi ":

    They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
    With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swingin' hot spot
    Don't it always seem to go
    That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone
    They paved paradise and put up a parking lot ...

    I call it "Put up a Parking Lot and think about it a lot.

    1. what a beautiful poem... thanks for bringing it up jim!!

  7. Beautiful verses....we seek what we don't have and lose sight of the blessings of what we do possess.

  8. Wonderfully described the plight and beauty of rose.


So much time I spent writing this... Leave me here the words on your lips!!