Story of my roses started like this,
They were given to show love,
But i got hundred thorns with it.
Got the first rose, when I was a daughter,
I was the happiest after all it was given by my dear father.
He said, "Be a Rose"
Foolish me thought, it's the time to bloom,
But then a thorn pinched me and throwed my all dreams into the bloom.
It made me realize,
I am only here to make home garden pretty
And for the very first time i was feeling something pity.
Then second rose I got from my lover,
I was feeling so special.
He put it in my hair and I wanted everyone to stare.
Foolish me, again thinking like a queen and gonna rule the world.
But again a thorn pinched and a new duty served.
That rose was meant only to compliment my wedding dress,
And inner me shouted, my feelings are just to get suppressed.
Third rose was then given by my lovely children,
I was contented, no foolish me left inside.
But again a thorn pinched and said don't get so happy dear mother,
These children are your world only until they don't start their own with some other.
Then fourth rose was given by everyone I loved,
I was so happy
No more thorn left to pinch
because it can't touch me from the grave of 100 inch.
Roses were imaginary but thorns were real,
They were always there to make everything clear. . . . . . .
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