Rose

There was a time

When  at rose  I wondered

With its bright red colour

Then I may be just four.

As the days passed; my mind

Tried to find it in my hand,

But the day came

when I realised

Even plants have life

For these were days
when I learnt science.

It was in youth I saw
There were thorns in between them.
Days when I had to measure
The good and evil in everyone.
As time passes indeed I found

Thousands meaning hidden

Death, eternity and alike

Which every poet in lines described.

But it was the day when

I lost the power to wonder

without inner meanings.

Is it that what makes a child

Different from youth and old ones

Today for a moment I wonder.