In the midst of a verdant meadow
lies a young maiden
she lives in peace with the world,
her carmine hued hair creating a halo,
around her ashen face
her emerald tainted eyes, lie closed
her crimson smeared lips sealed shut
she lies in a state of being, knowing not
the infidelity of the future
nor the truth of the past
wishing never to be awoken

Alas, the world eagerly awaits
her awakening from slumber,
but she,
detests it so!
as no one loves her with her edges
to please the world, they tore her down
for her beauty is only futile
with her edges
This is the curse,
of the rose.

By Subhadra, Grade IX, Ekya School ITPL

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