Born To Beget Only Blame Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

It frustrates: world belongs to flowers,
Flowers at helm ever since time was tamed,
Poor thorns seem to fume at their hellish curse.
It's not fair that we thorns be always blamed,
And they decide henceforth this ill to fight,
Let's first see who causes our life-long plight.

Poetic pens that should have better known—
They the yellow prejudice spread, who else?
Their burden seems: if loving care is shown,
Flowers blossom into charming rare spells,
But thorns are thorns and ever shall show corns,
Born are they but to harm, thorns hardy horns.

Rose to them rose remains by any name,
Short sighted, poets see our spikes, not aim.
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Thorns suffer and bear everyone's hate. Protecting flowers they still earn bad name. People see their face and blame follows. Who's got time to go deeper than face? Thorns complain here. And poets pen emotional stuff far from facts.
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Sonnets | 04.10.16 |