Once, a rose
laid in thorns,
sprouted into spine,
plauged with prickles;
a path in a web,
a life entangled.
Once, a rose
laid in thorns,
braced in brambles,
clustered with shafts;
a will denied
a life in a coil.
And then; dear rose,
rose above all thorns,
amongst the shrubs
beauty was hatched;
unbroken, unstirred,
it laid with grace.
So; like the rose,
likewise we too;
sprouted into a world
of thorns and spine,
bruises and burns
brings the heart to ache,
Woes and fears
keeps the mind in chains;
yet; like the rose,
we ought not frail;
but rise above
the world of pains.
rise above the world of pain. good one. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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I would like to translate this poem
Thank you for this uplifting gem...I remain a big fan of your work!