Roses And Thorns Poem by Abdul Sattar

Red, soft, shining and delicate rose
Brown, hard, dead and hard thorn
Live side by side with love and joy
Take the blossom of life and go along
Like hand in hand and bright and breezy
When untouched they give colour to universe
When offended they raise to resist
And failing that; they loose themselves
In the jealous human hands
Without any grief, without any lament
Their blossom is lost under the heavy boots
Of a pretending lover, cheating others simplicity
Hundreds and thousands roses are sacrificed
For the joy of a tyrant, and autocrat
Hundreds souls are silenced
For the wishes of a jealous despot