The pride

Among  the bushes, a lonely rose standing;
Proudly in its full beauty,
Velvety petals sprinkled with the dew of the morning
Sparkling like pearls scattered in a red sea.

Hurricane of words

A hurricane of words and shoves,like continous rain;
Clinging to a portion of steel luckily free,
I stood in silence, the eye of the hurricane
While the whirlwind of conversations revolved round me

The rush outside

A queue, sometimes two, slow moving
Like an ant-line, worker ants.
Workers of the day, till evening;
Pushed to limits, where impatience vents