A flower
Blossomed with the first
Fresh ray of sun
Lovely, graceful
Fragrant and beautiful
A sweet soft
Blow of air came
And it swung in joy
Suddenly it saw a thorn
By its side
And softly asked it to be away
From his body
The thorn smiled harshly
And said I’m sorry
I’m rigid and straightforward
I have no regard
For a creature like you
I feel joy in piercing
The soft Bodies of flowers
The flower tried to save him
But alas he couldn’t
This fact is same
For every creature
It doesn’t matter
Whatever its name
The harshness of thorns
Is everywhere
The flowers suffer a lot
To survive for existence there
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