The Story Of A Rose

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The Rose with thorns, through challenges prevail



In a garden, a Rose arose with thrones, 
Thrilled to be present, but acceptance unknown. 
Heartbroken, she tried fitting in each day, 
Harsh judgments of herself came her way. 
Disappointed by her thorny attire,
 Common and ordinary, she couldn't inspire.
 Family, friends, and society's crew, 
She believed she didn't belong, feeling blue.
Attempts to connect, alas, were in vain,
 Imitating others, her efforts waned. 
Becoming like her siblings, she tried anew,
 But fitting in remained a distant view. 
Hopeless, she pondered a market endeavour, 
Finding solace among roses, however. 
Meeting others alike, her spirits soared, 
But alas, the same feeling couldn't be ignored.
Undeterred, she sought the unfamiliar ground, 
A distant market where new wonders were found.
 Among unfamiliar blooms, she found her place, 
Connecting with more roses, her saving grace.
 Learning to embrace solitude's art, 
Liking herself, she began to impart. 
Though loneliness lingers, insecurities arise,
 She's not suffocating, a self-love prize.

By Monira Rahman



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