LIFE, A BEAUTIFUL ROSE.
Life, beautiful like rose is
colourful, fragrant, tender,
blooming, gracefully exit
Shorlived, in hours years.
Under canopy of sublime
Care, man breathes, shares
pleasure and pain, through
out, this temporal sojourner.
Behind the bed of roses, lie
the pricky thorns, bleeding
Pain, perplexing fountains
Of pleasure mingled sorrow.
All pleasures, endurable pains
follow, reincarnated in pleasure
again, confusion worst confound
the paradoxical logic, mindboggle.
Man, little man, dressed with brief
authority, mocks himself of what
the heaven bequeathed to survive,
to ruin the self, by his ignorgance*.
(Note * ignorance and arrogance combined) .
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