Prickly Cactus Poem by Vera Sidhwa
Prickly Cactus
With it's thorn very pretty.
Didn't see you in farms or the city.
Your abode is your desert.
Your house and your home.
In this dessert I roam,
To find you.
Prickly cactus your green hue,
Colors my eyes do.
And make them look another way.
Prickly cactus strong in the sand,
The dangerous plant if touched by a hand.
You like your solitary position in the sand.
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