I entered a garden to save myself
I thought it was a pretty place
I was saved from the war outside
I saw flowers growing with their own pace
The flowers growing there
Were my favorite one
They were roses
Now the place I started to own
I enjoyed my stay there
I was happy for a while
But later I realized
I had walked down a wrong aisle
The place I thought was a garden
Turned out to be a dangerous maze
Now when I tried to run away
Going out was not an easy case
Now only I realised
A rose had thorn
Now my mistake I realised
Of what I had done
The shook was too much
Now I couldn't even move
The thorns started to grow around me
Them I couldn't remove
The pain at the beginning was too much
I used to weep silent tears
After a while I got used to it
Now it is not one of my fears
I was now safe and sound from reality
But price was something that can't be undone
With this I complete my story
About I was trapped in a rose garden.
Mind as a rose garden is an interesting concept. How the mind works in spite of roses and thorns is amazing.
The metaphor of rose garden works well, because mind has its own ways to haunt our life, never letting us free from its clutches. The flowers and fragrance may entice us into the garden, but thorns galore would imprison in no time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A thought provoking poem, Miss Grace...........10