So soft the petal is <br />who pricked its breast? <br />so saintly a chest <br />reaped with lovely harvest <br />the dust settles <br />on its lovely bed <br />and hurts it red <br />rubbing with it hard <br />some hearts are <br />softer than the smooths <br />of silky woven cloths <br />hurt are their tenders <br />when a word a hunter <br />renders <br />I can feel the pain <br />as if it rains <br />in an alien train <br />a stranger remote <br />with no wise coat <br />cut by my words <br />and left my sailing hoard.<br /><br />lalitha iyer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-prick-in-the-petal/
