Beauty blossoms in summer fair
Trust transports aroma to each atom in air
Rose petals slowly open, ready to bloom
Half awake half asleep bud wanders in every dream
Language of colour fills pages of love
Journey and destination draw graph and curve
Each stage of life predefined how to enact
Senses must prevail while choosing the act
Innocent rose does know very well
Thorns are there right below her sepal
May prick her enchanted lover’s effort
The path of triumph, glory and love hurts at start
That’s partner thorn’s candid confession
Oh dear flower I m for your protection
If thorn is sadness and wound is torture
Rose grows with thorn that’s rule of nature
Finds a place in her admirer’s heart or remains lone
Thorn never leaves her till petals fall off the stem
Rose is joy ,a thing of beauty so is thorn
How you accept the truth is your turn.~~~~~
© ® Rashmi Mohapatra
