Rose

By Hirakjyoti Deka

In this big old orb;
Been born as an ant
Who resides in the land
From which rosy red stems.

Considered of you rose
As my one and only dream
Just thought of making
My sweet home in it.

The smell intoxicating;
The feel so tender;
The look hypnotizing;
With the dews of amber.

So I started the quest;
Thought of nowhere to rest;
Coz’ my eyes got set
On the absolute best.

But on the journey above
Were some sharp edged thorns
I simply thought to myself,
“ I’ll slice them all. ”


So the thorns replied
By stabbing on my heart;
Thought I’ll slice them all,
Forgot I was an ant afterall.

Desperation and frustration
Were the titles of those prickles
Realising who they were
Made me rose up from the dead.

Now I’m ready to restart
My new and friendly quest
I just ask of one thing,
“ Just wish me well. ”


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