Once I Asked A Rose Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Once I Asked A Rose



Once I Asked a Rose


Once I asked a rose,
How it felt to be so beautiful,
And still have thorns.

The rose answered,
Since I have thorns,
People won't pluck me.

I answered that people,
Will still pluck you.
It answered they might but with great difficulty.

I asked the rose,
Do you like that?
It said I like it because I'm too wanted.

Thursday, September 17, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: treasure island
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