ROSE AND THE THORNS

ROSE AND THE THORNS


God, pardon me for having
Forgotten Your wisdom.
I had lost sight of the fact,
Perfect is Your kingdom

I was often praised and loved
By all men and women,
But they avoided the thorns,
Like an evil omen.

Angry with the accursed thorns,
I had truly believed,
Life would be heavenly if
Of them I was relieved.

But, God, after You granted
My wish, my life is hell.
That I am indeed a rose,
I can now hardly tell.

Evil men and children have
Now plucked all my petals.
I am now a skeleton,
A remnant of battles.

I am sorry, I complained
Against innocent thorns.
Without them I feel as if
I’m a deer without horns.

Please give back my lovely thorns,
To them I feel so close.
Now I know this verily:
Without them I’m no rose.


• Written in abcb 7-6-7-6 format


M C Gupta
11 July 2008