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
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