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Pain of a Rose


I am a rose
That grew up in a human's home
So much cared, So much loved
What a respect! What the glamour
I have in my life.
Each leaf of mine is
Proof of beautiful caring hands
That doesn't bothers my thorn
That draws blood from their fingers.
Wonderful Royal place in human's life I have.
However
I didn't enjoyed
Independent air's touch and breath,
With whom I could have danced nonstop.
I didn't enjoyed the open sky
That inspires to be grown-up endless.
I did not enjoyed lovely cold
And gleaming moon's love in open night sky,
That is glamorous with countless stars glittering.
I did not enjoyed blessings of clouds:
Being dripped in rain drops
And being attractive with morning dewdrops.

Being loved and cared is so joyful
However, these all is meaningless
When your independence is gone
What I have:
  A priced independence
  Or such a care and love?
What a life I have?
Where I am for me?
Who I am for me?


By: Chandan Kumar
©2011
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