Wednesday, February 06, 2008

Let Her Be

life was a bed of roses

when i got up i realized the petals had withered

i ran to ask the plant for a new flower

the plant refused to breed

and i didn't allow the flower to seed

now i lie alone with a pot of thorns

wish i never had a bed of roses

i would've lived with my rose, by my rose, by my roses.

~Aham~

2 comments:

Aaditya M. Joshi said...

AMAZING!

Traveller said...

Excellent!

It took me sometime to understand it. Read it a few times before it finally dawned on me. Really thoughtful! :)

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