White Rose Blooming| Poem by Natasha,17, Bhubaneshwar
The joy of watching your plant flower! 17-year-old Natasha from Bhubaneswar breaks into verse as she enjoys a white rose flower’s beautiful transformation.
When you bloom,
The world smiles
You fly, along the wind
The wind of laughter
The wind of happiness
You’re white
White as the moon,
Like a baby’s breath.
Your shine,
Oh! So magnificent
Your petals,
Soft as my mom’s lap
Your fragrance,
The scent of my sweet lord
And your thorns,
As sharp as the devil’s spear
Those little buds,
Facing the golden circle,
Shining in absolute darkness
Once you bloomed
The world started to smile.
