The wind blew my way,
Blessed me with a shower,
Not with rain, or autumn leaves,
With many a rose flower.
As I felt the rose petals,
With joy, I did laugh out,
Just as I was dreaming in bliss,
With pain, I did cry out.
I thought of this some time,
It made me realize this,
Even the greatest of joys,
Sadness does once kiss.
We know it deep I feel,
It is what makes us see.
Even when love is in front of you,
It is what makes us wonder too,
Is there someone who hates me?
Even when praises you hear,
It is what makes you fear,
Are there words that can scorn me?
Sometimes this we do forget,
That as beautiful a rose can be,
There are even thorns there,
That we sometimes need to see.
A little thought…
Every rose has its thorn…
Maybe so…
Why not think this way?
Every thorn has its rose.
Poem inspired by Pink Orchid’s post here.
Pic Courtesy: Google Images.
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.