Rose she was prettiest in the garden,blooming amongst the envy and flattery. some would carrsse her, some others would stare, most would pluck her out,only few would nurture her for care. just like a rose, there are so many people in our life too, who be there. we often forget that they grow up with thorns, live amidst the wildflowers. They wrap themself in elegence but their spine is embed with daggers. Their prose would entice, their fragnace would lure, hurt them and their blades would be there to serve. They would be the first you remember, when you list out a Beutiful flower. In the garden of flowers, there would be one living life of a human. and there will be few, living a life, just like a rose would do.
