ROSEATE

ROSEATE

Rose has thorns

they can  make us weep and bleed

sight of thy is blissful though

even the loo of ghats become gentle and cold

as it makes its way through the lazy corridors

nature is not very forgiving here

as the sun scourged through lanes near by

but seasons didn’t matter nor did people around

days flew like seconds with only exchanged gazes

unflinching character unfathomable faith

makes juliet’s beauty meaningless

thou beauty was charming I agree

before more sonnets were born

the spring came with a death knell

now the rose was pale and colourless

so did the ros`e struggle to find solitude

yes the rose has thorns

they can  make us weep and bleed

SUDIN S K