A rose that grew from concrete.

A rose that grew from concrete.
 
who said flower's grow only in fields?,
who said a wall of concrete can not  germinate a seed;
I grew from slopy concrete of ages:
Right inside the womb , I used to hear trucks moving up and down and the sound of men talking,
working till sweat!

my first sight was a crack of the ground;
still without eyes but as I felt the new atmosphere I realised the place was forsaken,
not even the sound of tire
E'en voices were yelling afar
thus I didn't understand.

As a red rose I multiplied:
forming from within ,
elongating my hands calling for a radiant energy.
after rains the water would flourish away for the tiny spaces could only allow a droplet that I'd eat for a day and night.
a baby born without a cry,
and a first to be alive
no pain for I had three ;
dad as water
mom as cement
God as a home.

dusty dry cement
became a living God:
building my home in form of magic,
ye around confused
for a men embarked from dirt and became a million star.

summary for understanding as thou struggling;
your home is  universal
growth is a one minute session
a future in your hands.