Nobody knows this little Rose

Nobody knows this little Rose

It might a pilgrim be

Did I not take it from the ways

And lift it up to thee.

Only a Bee will miss it

Only a Butterfly,
Hastening from far journey

On its breast to lie

Only a Bird will wonder

Only a Breeze will sigh

Ah Little Rose -- how easy

For such as thee to die!

--- Emily Dickinson

Pic location: Garden of Five Senses, Delhi