One day an angel was roaming in the forest. It was a very beautiful day. The angel saw trees touching the sky, and leaves were swaying in the cool breeze. Flowers were smiling, painted with beautiful colors, and the birds were singing. The angel was very pleased to see the beauty that God had created; it was a magical feeling. After walking little further the angel saw a rose plant. The rose plant was crying. The angel felt very sad. The angel asked the rose plant "Why are you crying, my child?" The rose plant replied, "God doesn't love me as much as he loves other plants". And angel said, "What makes you think that, my beauty?". Rose plant said, " God gave me thorns". The angel said, "God didn't give you a thorn, you were born with the thorn. God blessed you with a beautiful blossom and lovely carved petals. He blessed you with sweet fragrance. You are remembered as a symbol of love. God blessed you with beauty to live with the thorn."
Written By
Mansi Arora i wrote this poem when i was in school.
Written By
Mansi Arora i wrote this poem when i was in school.
