Rose at random

                      Rose at random

                     What are we but a budding bunch

                    of multicolored rose plants growing

                     in steady soil, tutored by the steady

                     care of agile gardener, owner at times,

                    mostly admired for the beauty and rich,

                    tempting, also divine fragrances entwined

                    with petals and  roots beyond our ken,

                   in the sense, rootless flourish wide;

                   Time’s cruel   hands have clipped

                  and flung our stems hanging loose

                  until a fine wind blowing gathered

                   solitary pining, nourished into a growth

                   beyond   fairness  and   snatch.   

                   Winds and children’s  play

                   have stunted  our prosperous smile,

                   till a propitious boon  changed our fate;

                    we are sure to blossom and flourish

                   with copious fruits and sweet  fragrance.