Although I am wild flower near this pond,
I have bloomed gaining yellow golden light,
Every petal of mine is very soft and shiny,
Sun becoming child sits in my lap in joy.
I have grown in thorny plant in this place,
Every leaf contains and stem contains thorn,
Around me thorny weather I see every day,
Still this is fresh and pure I feel at morning.
My sister is also very calm and in meditation,
We both have bloomed side by side in love,
Mutual respect and understanding support us,
Beauty is gifted by nature by grace of God.
Thorns have never pinched me or harmed,
My sister is also guarded by thorns in love,
Thorns provide us security we love them too,
Obstacles we overcome with much patience.
Thorns do not hurt us, they do never wound,
We swing in lap of thorny leaves peacefully,
We have learnt art of leading lives in this Earth,
Golden sun is my child now I have no fear.
© Kumarmani Mahakul,10 December 2017. All rights reserved.
Thorns have never harmed those charming flowers instead protecting from harm.. Good one Kumar
Kumarmani, such a heartwarming poem... Thorns turn into shields...10+++
a poem of living in harmony that should apply to all? ...............well penned Kumarmani
A terrific poem, Kumarmani. Your words are a subtle and important reminder that we are all strengthened by and in hardships.
We have choice to make whether to curse or appreciate... those who are pessimistic choose curse and thos who are optimistic they appreciate.10
A wonderful philosophical poem that conveys a meaningful message. Yes, we could never be hurt by thorns if we are with God. Loved the title of this poem. Well crafted write.10+++
Thorns provide us security we love them too, Obstacles we overcome with much patience...... What a wonderful philosophy of life is expounded through this great write! Indeed a lovely poem giving a great message of loving co existence and the will to survive and fare amid obstacles! A big 10
A gorgeous poem accompanied by a beautiful picture. I love the image of the sun in the lap of the flower. I have always thought of flowers with thorns to be the true yin yang of nature.10+
you are that rose surrounded by THORNS AS YOUR PROTECTOR HOW CAN ANY THORN PRICK YOU OH POETIC MASTER JUST TELL ME HEREAFTER YOU ARE OUR POET-TREE MASTER
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In my lap in joy! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.