Poem By Someone I Know

I was going homeward
minding my own business
A rose from the side of the road yelled at me,
“Whoa, old man! Not so fast.
I wasn’t put on the side of this road
so you could run by me.
I am here to greet you.
The least you can do is slow down.
You may never see another rose in your lifetime.
What would your life be worth then?”

My knees buckled
and I knelt down to face the rose
We conversed . . .

You have to admit
it’s quite a challenge to understand rose talk
One word from one petal
Another word from the next petal
And a golden heart in a deeper level
spewing the essence of unbearable ecstasy
I was quite overwhelmed
by so much contribution
to the growth of my heart
I said to the rose,
“How could I leave you?”
The rose replied,
“Now that we have understood each other
you could take me with you
for my job on the side of this road is complete.”

So I did
Picked up the rose by its stem
and I know not how long we walked
All I know is when I came to
I became so conscious of relating
to something so small in such a big way
I become a rose
to offer my life to people who come by to visit
and take me with them

Until the next rose by the side of your path
I bid you, “Fare, well”

9/22/10 © Hosain Mosavat