Cry of a Rose

by Remedios Dorio


Beautiful rose, did I hear you crying?

Looking at you in that flower vase,

Your sad and pitiful voice,

Just kept vibrating into my mind,

Only those who have heart,

Could see, hear and understand.  


“People made me their symbol of love,

A gift that brought joy to those in love,

Don’t they know that a rose like me,

Has a wish so simple it’s my right?

How I wanted to enjoy the sun, until I withered,  

Back to earth where later we all should be.”


Lovely, beautiful rose I hear,

Your painful cry and plea for love,

With my pen I’ll tell people your agony,

So they could ask themselves why,

For their satisfaction they have this cruelty,

Selfishness to forget  and ignore empathy.