On this path obstructed by red rose bushes Lies the era of our golden dreams Whose thorns pierce every limb of our body But whose pulchritude emphasizes on its radiant gleam
And when those thorns disseminate pain Our eyes are reassured by the blindening red The kind of red that rejuvinates hope And enlightens those who simply sit and mope
But for some it may breed new selfish desires Desires that are capable of arousing compulsion And desires that gradually exteriorize to lust's But when such lust's lie with in reach They simply abrade , Just like the iron rusts
Despite knowing the pain it entails We transition on this path from threshold to terminus. Combatting incessantly in this unremitting struggle We allow the gust to bear us along.
a little explanation :(once you have read the poem take out a few more seconds to read this) The persona has used the "path of red roses" to signify the path of life,which comprises of both happiness intertwined with sorrow. The roses in particular are a manifestation of the enticements of life which are at times paramount to the survival of humanity. The term " blindening red" confers to the above statement. As for the thorns they represent the quagmires of life which every joy brings along with it.