Rose


This thorny Rose in my garden,
So beautiful that myself gets torn,
Its arched petals tell the words forbidden,
And the fragrance bespeaks of its beauty hidden,
The bough that bears it weight is never mistaken,
That it has a priceless gem for a crown,
Every day I touch it and it stings me with its thorn,
But the beauty I adore shields the pain,
I admire the bough that nourishes the beauty uncompare,
It buried itself to bear such priceless lovely sapphire.

(by: Khan, BA)