Saanvi Kumar, Class 6, New Horizon Scholars School, Thane
Once jealousy said to the beautiful red rose ‘You are filled with innocence, I suppose You have no strength in your petal Where is your true mettle? You may fill people with happiness But you are bounded by tenderness So, red rose show me your courage Or I shall destroy you with my scourge The little red rose touched the sky She stared at jealousy with her red eye And with her tiny voice, she yelled The mighty jealousy tripped and fell ‘You may think I am fragile and weak Or I cannot rise and speak I may have the most delicate petals But of all, I have an infinite power So don’t show your rage to me Or you’ll see your soul’s debris’ The jealousy grew more enraged And the red little flower was left caged Jealousy shook the red petals The rose acted strong like a metal The thorns of the little spirit fought like a brave The jealousy was broken and life was craved. She was a little red rose With a shield of thorns.