Why do you not want,
The rose that’s in front of you
Why do you have to
Go into someone else’s garden

To pick a different one
Because the one you have
Is not enough,
Because my Patel’s don’t excite you,
Anymore

You are creating my thorns
Sharp, long and ready
To defend my Patel’s
Because I’m not enough, never

In your garden, I’ll wait
Until you pick me
Until you destroy me

Again