What would happen if the rose,
Lost its thorns for eternity?
Getting separated from dignity,
As if poetry giving the impression of prose.
Alas! The thorns and their helplessness!
Unable to keep back,
The zenith from the whack,
Of the awfully avaricious.
Left they are with the silent cry alone,
Leaving behind the ephemeral contribution.
Great write Mr Haque
Great write Mr Haque
©bishu
Thank you
Thank you so much my friend. I have shared the poem after a lapse of few days. Hope to continue writing here in full swing.
Very good!
I really love this poem, you did a nice job! Keep up the good work.
DOS
Thank you
Thank you so much. I appreciate your comment a lot.