a ROSE......

Born with thorns,

Crimsoned for love;

Taken ages ago,

To witness the fresh innocence

Of two passion filled souls.

I bloomed and sustained

Under a table lamp,

Listening to words and sighs,

Bringing sparkling smiles

To a girl lost in wonderland.

My red now fades,

But I still live and breathe-

Concealed in a book,

Listening to tears and tales

Of a painfully dying love.

I’m held dear now,

With memories and a broken heart.

Not all love is true

Like we are told always,

Hence, roses have thorns.

-Vaisakhi Mishra