Roses & Thorns Poem by K B Manchanda

Chirping birds and the Spring rains
Ideal for the flowers to bloom
pretty butter flies
and industrious bee lines
A season of hope and
vibrant colours in new life

A garden full of roses
each pretty than other
A thorn was laughed on
by the pretty faces and roses

Amused and in anguish
silently to God he asks
Why this indifferent treatment
you too disown me O God
for u wear the garland of Roses
and you pretend to be unbiased
still treat a thorn a thorn

He smiles and utters
Thorn, though you are
too tiny,
but you are here
to protect the beauty
O my chevalier servant

He said; I promise you Tiny thorn
On earth I will come
this time I won't
allow garland of roses
but to wear
a Cross and crown of thorns...............