A t dawn I asked a rose bud, “What is the meaning of life?”
R eplied red rose opening up slowly with nothing in it.
“E arthly I am, always look up and never look down.
D ainty and loveliest though soonest will pass away”.
“R aised I am with thorns and thorns with me
O ffer my beauty to those who respect the thorn”.
S aid I, “ Suppose I pluck you and crush your petals”
E radicate me to radiate fragrance, life’s aim fulfilled” It replied.
~Dr. Ram Mehta
Anand, Gujarat, India