How on earth do I compare a beautiful sight
With its glittering color, enough to capture
As much attention as required
The vivid picture in the memory
Turns down the mind
As precious as life
It holds an impact in the eyes of lovers
Moving blindly along the bush
Just to glance at the sight of a bright flower
Of beautiful color, growing amidst of thorns
Soon the discovered that,
Life is like a bed of rose.
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