A tender bud begins to rise.
Clad in dew and kissed by sun,
Its journey to the bloom’s begun.
With velvet petals, crimson bright,
It greets the world in morning light.
No trumpet sounds, no grand parade,
Yet all behold its gentle shade.
It drinks the rain, it braves the storm,
Through winds that chill and days so warm.
And in return, with grace so true,
It gifts the world a fragrant hue.
Each breeze it meets, it sweetly greets,
With scents more pure than honeyed treats.
Though thorns it wears upon its side,
Its beauty none can ever hide.
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So too, a soul, in silence grows,
Like roots beneath where no one knows.
With love from parents, wise and kind,
And teachers shaping heart and mind.
They guide, they guard, they gently mold,
With patience deep and stories told.
And from that care, a light is born,
A fragrant life the world adorns.
For just like roses in the sun,
Good people shine when days are done.
They bloom with grace, they rise and glow—
A gift of all who helped them grow.
Like roses whisper on the breeze,
Their kindness travels with such ease.
A soul well-nurtured, soft yet strong,
Becomes the rose in life’s sweet song. 🌹
Imran Nazeer
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