I used to wonder that rose flower known as the king of all the flowers, is the only flower which bears so many beautiful colours and has such a sweet smell; but it has got such dreadful thorns grown on its stem. Why? Go near the flower or try to pluck it; your fingers may not escape the little sharp cut which may make you bleed.
People may have different taste of flowers and of their colours but this flower and the variety of its colours always offers a choice to suit any occasion. So many shades, so many colours that it contains. The unique fragrance of roses also remains most enchanting. One might have not smelled any other flower in life but can’t say that he has not enjoyed the sweet smell of roses. One may arrange and mix any flower with it; rose always stands out dominating on any bouquet.
Rose is also the symbol of romance and bliss. It is an interpreting tool for ones heart and passion. People always chose this flower to mirror their inner feelings. Rose has always been the favourite subject of all the great writers and poets also.
The close observation of this plant reveals that it also carries a special pattern of dread full thorn on its stem so that no creeper or the intruder may dare coming up its stem and reach a top for any savagery where flower is there with all its blooms.
Thus God Almighty teaches us that how essential it is to guard any thing which is to be kept closer to our hearts that it needs to grow the potent dreadful defence line of thorns like the Roses that they do have. If there were no thorns on the roses stem, the rose buds would have never ever seen a day of their bloom or the spread of its splendour and colours. There would have been no sweet smell and fragrance. Gosh; How inert and empty would have been the world of romance without the colourful and sweet smelling roses.
Likewise our dream land of our ideology—Pakistan the country that we love the most and in its bliss that we live so freely treading our way of life, of our choice and liking; we may only survive and bloom and prosper when we maintain a potent deterring defence which may caters for all the savage intruders and enemies. May these enemies be the internal or external? They ought to be made—sure, to bleed when ever they try to attack us or—- when we purge or cleanse them, exactly like the roses they do.
Sure: All the beauties of life that we keep close to our heart ought to remain well guarded and protected——- and at all the times.
[Phalla Phoola rahey yaa Rab; chamman meri umeedoun ka]
[Jigar kaa khoun dey dey kar; yeh bootay main ney palay hain]