THE ROSE

He picked it up at a road
Thorny it was;it hurt him
He threw it away,but
It was beautiful and colorful

There came a traveller
Colorful it was;it appealed
He picked it up
It was more than colorful

It embodied the divine crest
And blessed was the soul
Beauty lies in way you behold
Say His creation is the best

(What actually appears futile or not useful may actually be of immense importance, as a Rose discarded by someone embodies the Divine Crest)

 

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