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Pain of a RoseI 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 anamikapoems…Discovery of the self Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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