Roses and Thorns

By Anushmita Ghatak

A humble rose put forth

caged with the thorns,

Blooming beauty with all its flaws

green crooked straws

that thrums fearfully in my heart.

Now I stand alone

hidden thorns through partial acceptance,

Dark shadows intertwining

like a maze,

creepy,

half seen with stillness;

Hold me in your hands

let my petal caress,

with trembling hands...

accept my thorns...

inhale my scent...

perceive my painful sentiment...

the love with all my revenge;

Twisted words claw way into my head

seeds are special, growing thorns instead of roses,

Stinging you with tiny drops of blood

Come! taste it, and we will be done.

By Anushmita Ghatak