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This is dedicated to those lucky ones,

The lucky ones in love,

As for me I sought flowers and always,

Thorns stung me from the bough.



Searched I for happiness far and wide,

Only to find trails of cries,

Longed I to hear the songs of love,

And ended up with heaving sighs.



They left me lonely…

They all... left me lonely,

All alone, I wept silent tears,

In that water this 'tree' grew.



No one ever had the time,

To hold my hand like friends do,

They thought I was crazy,

And one by one they left me.



Whenever I sought flowers,

Thorns dangled in the bough.

If this is how it will be,

Then I too should carry on...



Without a complaint on my lips,

Without tears flowing down my face,

Worrying about all this,

Makes me a disgrace.



Like a lost boy at a school,

Seeking the best flower,

And stung more than often,

With a sharp thorn's embrace.