In that niche <br />So dark and deep <br />I found that delicacy <br /> <br />As red as blood <br />Just bloomed from a bud <br />Surrounded <br />By serene shine <br />She was stuck with mud <br />At a side, as I tried <br /> To blow all impurity aside. <br /> <br />Until she shone bright <br />In the happy summer’s light. <br /> <br />How could she have been there? <br />How could one be so callous? <br /> <br />I grieved at her fate <br />I smiled at her innocence <br />Gazed at her lovely petals <br />Curling in the breeze of spring <br />Something curled inside me too. <br /> <br />I begin admiring her beauty <br />With my skin rolling on her body. <br /> <br />A spell broke <br />I stopped <br />When I saw the red drops <br />As my skin cried <br />It knew the beauty had to abide <br />The law of the divine... <br /> <br />I felt the sorrow arise <br />When one of the arrows in her armor <br />Chuckled loudly <br />The red crown it borrowed from my skin <br />Shone like a ruby. <br /> <br />Her petals bent a little down <br />When she saw her master frown <br /> <br />I couldn’t bear the scorn <br />So I smashed that thing on the ground <br />In that niche <br />So dark and deep…<br /><br />Vartika Pandey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flowers-with-thorns/
