The rose And Thorns

Akashnill

I was a lonely tired wanderer at the dusk

looking for a rose to embrace

Never thought that it would have thorns have pains

and it gave me the grievance

not the redolent breeze of spring,

Now I am exhausted barren

and only staring to the wide sky

with a meaningless look

seeing the birds flying away

to an imaginary world

The rose I kept for u in my heart

now oozing its petals

and I have got the signs of thorns

in my heart not the fragrance

Beloved why u giving me only the sorrows and grief

don't u have a heart to love and to be inclined

and that's why the blue obscure sky is my place to hide