The Rosebud

There was a Rose plant,

Burdened with its own branch,

Holding apart and intact,

The rest of the plant,

The unique branch making, 

whole plant drown,

Almost brought down to earth level,

And we call it peculiar,

Blessed by new Rosebud,

Others still deserted,

A new sigil of envy,

Is vigil easily,

All been heavily nourished,

But only farthest one grow,

Seeing this a Gardener cut the branch,

Isolated it from others,

Is he a savior??

or he wanted to keep that rosebud as souvenir,

Put all speculation and,

serve all predicament,

all deed done,

and same ramification,

but now whom to blame?

and all being defamed,

let free them ,

this not being framed,

let them suffer their own comeuppance,

The rosebud brought glory,

and it shall be blessed,

And now it's gone,

Before it could rise further,

An go farther!

All inside burning flame,

Still Rosebud shows remarkable phlegm,

It shall not be forgotten,

Brought the fountain in deserted mountain,

It's gone but still it shall be cherished,

Furnished the inspiration,

For the rest!