No one ever
writes about thorns
They were once leaves
Where deserts thronged
They tried their best
To live their lives
Foliage of green
For plants to survive
But Harsh realities
Of parched desert lands
Scanty rains and devious sand
They all turned them into thorns
For they too were once, soft green fronds
Now with vengeance, no mercy
They guard their plants, like true sentries
Life for some, is just the same
Survival skills, learnt for
Difficult time sand terrain
Survival of the fittest
Makes all the change
From prey to predator
A place easily exchanged
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I would like to translate this poem
Wow. Thanks David what a beautiful piece that you have penned in return