Be Kind To Roses Poem by Freeyad Ibrahim

I entered a rose garden
under which rivers flow
I contemplated a red rose
Dewy
With kindness
and tenderness and joy
and delight
I said to myself:
I will cut it and take it to my beloved'
But I realized after a moment

No, it is a rose that opens herself
to onlookers

Thus I steal the rights of Others

ِAnd then...

If you love a rose,
you look at it gently,
bend over and smell it.

If you pick it, you kill it.

Love and killing do not go together.

FRYAD HUGO