Who needs a bed of roses without thorns?
The pretty flowers need some protection;
To do this job, God turns some leaves to thorns;
They do deserve much appreciation!
When sorrows call, our joys appear better;
Without our woes, life seems dreary and dull;
Harsh words mixed with good ones improves a letter;
Soft cereals alone can't make meal full!
Life can't be roses all, without some thorns;
The thorns too serve quite well like all flowers;
To threaten foes, the goat's head horns, adorns!
Sometimes, hail-stones appear in rain showers!
The sun isn't same each dawn, and on all morns!
Just see the roses but ignore life's thorns!
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