Beauty of thorns
On the trails
Trails of relations
Tracks of interactions
Affection and affairs
Causing-
Bleeding and tears.
Fair fighter thorns
Thorns of prettiness
Body guards of finery
Its flowers and flora
As a survival art-
Perfect defence system
System by its creator
In circumstances
May not be effective!
Finding fitness
Health wrapped in fun
Thrills in excitement
Excitement and delight
Under the spell-
Forgetting
All tears and bears
Of multiple bleeding.
On the unseen roads
Forced either to deliver
Or refund the wealth
Wealth of treasures
The heart carries with
Thereof-
The signs come alive
And wild craft of nature
Ready for anything.
The beauty is plucked
The garden-gate is shut
Shut, perhaps for ever
For the youthful lovers
Ready to fly, so I
So high in the sky
Even, without wings.
-Copyright © hrsharma ®2017
Ludhiana, Punjab, India.
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Extremely wonderful imagery- beginning with the role of thorns and ending with the lovers taking off and flying without wings. Thanks. I quote: Body guards of finery.... Perfect defence system