Among the roses that swayed in love
Surrounded by the pricky thorns
Their stood a single daisy
Waking up alone .
A little girl came alone for a walk
She wandered around the whole rose park.
Warm, pretty, clean in heart,
She wanted to pick
one for her love.
Her fingers brushed along the bushes,
Thinking of what is the most beautiful,
Pricked and seeing a blood drop fall
She surrended letting her tears fall.
So truelly she felt the pain and fear,
Her eyes blurred from the salty water,
The surrounding went red but something came clear,
A white little daisy stood alone in without fear.
She couldnt believe herself not seeing it before
The uncommon untouched the graceful figure.
She ran to pick it without fear
Though aware about pricky thorns
aimed to pierce.
She felt no pain
she was too excited
To spot the beauty
which never appeared.
After all the barriers passed
she felt the petals soft and loved
The white beauty among the red lovers
Felt the pure love in heart.
With a simple wrong move
the petals may fall
Today will be the last day
to rise up for the sun
Theyll be no baeuty to look on its stem
The child with care
who wanted to show her love
for her love
Went to thought to give more time
To the lonely daisy.
To sway, live and feel the world
Let the others wander her beauty
Girl with brain ran away from the beauty.
Did she leave the daisy alone
Did she think of a better present for her love
The daisy just swayed in patience around.
Their she comes running back again
But this time with her great love.
Hand in hand mother and daughter
Came through the rose bushes
with a bucket full of things.
They hummed and sang alone the way
As the girl pointed to the lonely beauty
The women smiled in a warmly manner
Sat in the mud and embraised her daughter
She took a shole from the bucket
Dig a hole next to the daisy,
Took another plant of daisy
And layed down
letting its roots beside the beauty.
The child with joy
Jumped and kissed ,
Her love
the wise women who raised with beauty.
Mother and daughter hand in hand
made sure that the daisies grow in their own.
Everyday they came for a walk
Watered the daisies
And enjoyed them grow.
by Kushani Perera
Thought which caught:
Theres bo true reason the picture just flashed in my mind while doing some chemistry sums.... i kept on writing till the end. Just looked for a better way for a lonely flower with the help of pure hand.
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PoetryThis book contains what i felt ,imagined , thought on different things as poems. Mostly were written during boring maths and physics lessons. dont worry there nothing on those subjects.
