Tell me friends, where are your roses? <br /> <br />A blooming rose pricks me with its horn andI let a cry sweet, <br />”Oh rose I love you”. <br />In this garden of pests and reptiles <br />Who grows this rose of just one thorn? <br />That is born to prick me alone? <br /> <br />Never do I get an answer <br />But the gardener throws a smile at me. <br />He thinks that I love this rose. <br />An idea springs off at last and <br />An answer redeems me at times. <br />There is no rose without a thorn. <br /> <br />Tell me friends, where are your roses?<br /><br />M.D Dinesh Nair<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-are-your-roses-3/
